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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.

Annie Dillard

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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Block Flake Mute Nature Silence World
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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Event Gossip Hard Heart Learning Love Time
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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Care Learning Reading Writing
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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Greed Life Requirement Sensation Spirit
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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Bell Experience Inspirational Life Lift Moments Struck
The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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Alone Love Secret Writing
We live in all we seek.
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Live One Liner Seek
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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Empty Listen Mountain Ready Wait Wood Yourself
Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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Use Writing Wrong
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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Alone Inquire Love People Pretty Subject
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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Grasp Necessary Obedient Passion Thinking
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.
ANNIE DILLARD

Book Happiness Literature Nature Night Reading Words
Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
ANNIE DILLARD

Love Man She Woman
Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
ANNIE DILLARD

Afternoon Spend Travel Vacation
No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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Escape Land Promise Wild
The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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Beautiful Nature Proper Question Real

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