No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
ANNIE DILLARDNature is, above all, profligate.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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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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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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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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The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.
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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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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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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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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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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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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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At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening.
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Write about winter in the summer.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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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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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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There 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.
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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 break up through the skin of awareness a thousand times a day, as dolphins burst through seas, and dive again, and rise, and dive.
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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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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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