We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place. ANNIE DILLARD FeelingPlacePlanetTravel
What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color. ANNIE DILLARD ColorHideHolySpreadSurface
The 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 DILLARD AnswerBeautyGracePerformanceSenseThinkingTry
It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance. ANNIE DILLARD BreatheGlancePowerSeeTime
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. ANNIE DILLARD GraspNecessaryObedientPassionThinking
Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall. ANNIE DILLARD CatchCupExperienceGraceHollowPresentWaterfall
She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live. ANNIE DILLARD AirBookBreatheLiveReading
