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.
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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Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
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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 real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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Write about winter in the summer.
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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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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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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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I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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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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You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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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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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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