What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
ANNIE DILLARDMountains 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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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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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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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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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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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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 would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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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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You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.
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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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Write about winter in the summer.
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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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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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