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.
ANNIE DILLARDThe world knew you before you knew the world.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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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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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 would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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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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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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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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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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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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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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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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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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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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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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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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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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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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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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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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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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