These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.
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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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.
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You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
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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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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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We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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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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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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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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I break up through the skin of awareness a thousand times a day, as dolphins burst through seas, and dive again, and rise, and dive.
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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.
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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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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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