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.
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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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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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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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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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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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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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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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 are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
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I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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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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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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He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, for that is what he will know.
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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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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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These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.
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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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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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Write about winter in the summer.
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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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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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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 wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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We live in all we seek.
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It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.
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