Caring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do.
ANNIE DILLARDI come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn’t flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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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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Nature’s silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.
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There are no events but thoughts and the heart’s hard turning, the heart’s slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.
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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days.
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I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn’t flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.
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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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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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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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People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.
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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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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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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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Write about winter in the summer.
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