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.
ANNIE DILLARDI break up through the skin of awareness a thousand times a day, as dolphins burst through seas, and dive again, and rise, and dive.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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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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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 live in all we seek.
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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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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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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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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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You can’t test courage cautiously.
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You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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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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Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded, and not throw it back as some creeks will. The creeks are the world with all its stimulus and beauty; I live there. But the mountains are home.
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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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