There is no whit less enlightenment under the tree by your street than there was under the Buddha's bo tree. I invite… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
The morning woods were utterly new. A strong yellow light pooled beneath the trees; my shadow appeared and vanished on the path,… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Concerning trees and leaves... there's a real power here. It is amazing that trees can turn gravel and bitter salts into these… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Self-consciousness, however, does hinder the experience of the present. It is the one instrument that unplugs all the rest. So long as… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Nature is, above all, profligate. Don't believe them when they tell you how economical and thrifty nature is, whose leaves return to… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Trees have a curious relationship to the subject of the present moment. There are many created things in the universe that outlive… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I have since only rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but I… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“At night on land migrating monarchs slumber on certain trees, hung in festoons with wings folded together, thick on the trees and… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“This is a spendthrift economy; though nothing is lost, all is spent.” — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
We live in all we seek. The hidden shows up in too-plain sight. It lives captive on the face of the obvious - the… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“...The mockingbird took a single step into the air and dropped. His wings were still folded against his sides as though he were singing… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Father had stretched out his long legs and was tilting back in his chair. Mother sat with her knees crossed, in blue slacks, smoking… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
It should surprise no one that the life of the writer - such as it is - is colorless to the point of sensory… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
It is madness to wear ladies' straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
The sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brain. This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“What can we make of the inexpressible joy of children? It is a kind of gratitude, I think—the gratitude of the ten-year-old who wakes… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
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