I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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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People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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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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Write about winter in the summer.
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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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Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
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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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I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
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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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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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We live in all we seek.
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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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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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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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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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