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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.

Annie Dillard

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.
ANNIE DILLARD

Inspirational Live Spend Time
Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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Afternoon Spend Travel Vacation
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.
ANNIE DILLARD

Giving Lose Play Time Writing
I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind.
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Beam Cause Inspirational Light Myself Path Practice See Try Wave
I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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Inspirational Learning Live Remember
Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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Art Traffic Traning
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.
ANNIE DILLARD

Grasp Necessary Obedient Passion Thinking
The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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Pronounce Quite Sea Whisper
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.
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Answer Beauty Grace Performance Sense Thinking Try
Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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Love Man She Woman
You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
ANNIE DILLARD

Break Broken Heart Heart Search
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 DILLARD

Ansore Beauty Giant Home Mountain Spirit Throw Trekking
Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
ANNIE DILLARD

Connection Dance Enjoyment Life
Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
ANNIE DILLARD

Use Writing Wrong
The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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Dedicate Giving Heart Life Live Worth
The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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Beautiful Nature Proper Question Real

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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