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.
ANNIE DILLARDI break up through the skin of awareness a thousand times a day, as dolphins burst through seas, and dive again, and rise, and dive.
ANNIE DILLARDWe have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.
ANNIE DILLARDI wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
ANNIE DILLARDOne 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.
ANNIE DILLARDShe read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and 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 DILLARDI had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
ANNIE DILLARDOne 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.
ANNIE DILLARDThe sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
ANNIE DILLARDIt 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 DILLARDThe 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 DILLARDWhat a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
ANNIE DILLARDExperiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
ANNIE DILLARDThe dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
ANNIE DILLARDThe world knew you before you knew the world.
ANNIE DILLARDThese are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.
ANNIE DILLARD