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 DILLARDOur life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
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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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The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.
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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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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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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 dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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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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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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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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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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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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