At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening.
ANNIE DILLARDYou’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
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One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time – give it, give it all, give it now.
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He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, for that is what he will know.
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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.
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I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you.
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Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.
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Wherever we go, there seems to be only one business at hand – that of finding a workable compromise between the sublimity of our ideas and the absurdity of the fact of us.
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We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.
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