You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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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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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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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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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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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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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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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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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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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The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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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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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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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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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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