The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.
ANNIE DILLARDAt 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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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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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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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We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.
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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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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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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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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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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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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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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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Write about winter in the summer.
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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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