What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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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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We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.
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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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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind.
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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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Caring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do.
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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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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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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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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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