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 DILLARDNature’s silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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 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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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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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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Write about winter in the summer.
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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 secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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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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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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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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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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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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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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