You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
ANNIE DILLARDYou can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
ANNIE DILLARDI wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
ANNIE DILLARDThe life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.
ANNIE DILLARDI would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
ANNIE DILLARDThere are no events but thoughts and the heart’s hard turning, the heart’s slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.
ANNIE DILLARDAdverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
ANNIE DILLARDI 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 DILLARDYou can’t test courage cautiously.
ANNIE DILLARDSpend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
ANNIE DILLARDArt is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
ANNIE DILLARDThe real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
ANNIE DILLARDShe read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
ANNIE DILLARDYou’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
ANNIE DILLARDI do not so much write a book as sit up with it, as a dying friend. I hold its hand and hope it will get better.
ANNIE DILLARDThe world knew you before you knew the world.
ANNIE DILLARDWe are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
ANNIE DILLARD