The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.
ANNIE DILLARDExperiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
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 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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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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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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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.
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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 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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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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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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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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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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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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I 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.
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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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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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