The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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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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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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
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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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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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I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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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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We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
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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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How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days.
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Write about winter in the summer.
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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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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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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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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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