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.
ANNIE DILLARDThe extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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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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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 world knew you before you knew the world.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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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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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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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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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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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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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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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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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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