The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
ANNIE DILLARDWe are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.
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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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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind.
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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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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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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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You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
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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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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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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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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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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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