Annie Dillard Quotes About Universe

Quotes about: Universe

• The gaps are the thing. The gaps are the spirit's one home, the altitudes and latitudes so dazzlingly spare and clean that the spirit can discover itself like a once-blind man unbound. The gaps are the clefts in the rock where you cower to see the back parts of God; they are fissures between mountains and cells the wind lances through, the icy narrowing fiords splitting the cliffs of mystery. Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock-more than a maple-universe.

  Annie Dillard

  Home, Men, Cells

• Divinity is not playful. The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensibl e earnest. By a power that is unfathomably secret, and holy, and fleet. There is nothing to be done about it, but ignore it, or see.

  Annie Dillard

  Secret, Done, Divinity

  ANNIE DILLARD (1974). “PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK”

• 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 that only the simplest animals perceive the universe as it is.

  Annie Dillard

  Mean, Animal, Interesting

  Annie Dillard (2011). “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek”, p.21, Hymns Ancient and Modern Ltd

• The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.

  Annie Dillard

  Made, Jest, Earnest

  ANNIE DILLARD (1974). “PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK”

• When I was six or seven years old, growing up in Pittsburgh, I used to take a precious penny of my own and hide it for someone else to find. I was greatly excited at the thought of the first lucky passerby who would receive a gift in this way, regardless of merit, a free gift from the universe. . . . I've been thinking about seeing. There are lots of things to see, unwrapped gifts and free surprises. The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand.

  Annie Dillard

  Growing Up, Thinking, Hands

• Peeping through my keyhold I see within the range of only about 30 percent of the light that comes from the sun; the rest is infrared and some little ultraviolet, perfectly apparent to many animals, but invisible to me. A nightmare network of ganglia, charged and firing without my knowledge, cuts and splices what I see, editing it for my brain. Donald E. Carr points out that the sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brian: 'This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means that only the simplest animals perceive the universe as it is.

  Annie Dillard

  Mean, Cutting, Animal

• After the one extravagant gesture of creation in the first place, the universe has continued to deal exclusively in extravagances, flinging intricacies and colossi down aeons of emptiness, heaping profusions on profligacies with ever-fresh vigor. The whole show has been on fire from the word go. I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn't flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.

  Annie Dillard

  Eye, Fire, Flames

  "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek". Book by Annie Dillard, 1974.

• The universe that suckled us is a monster that does not care if we live or die--it does not care if it itself grinds to a halt. It is a beast running on chance and death, careening from nowhere to nowhere. It is fixed and blind, a robot programmed to kill. We are free and seeing; we can only try to outwit it at every turn to save our lives.

  Annie Dillard

  Running, Trying, Nowhere To Turn

• Trees have a curious relationship to the subject of the present moment. There are many created things in the universe that outlive us, that outlive the sun, even, but I can't think about them. I live with trees.

  Annie Dillard

  Thinking, Tree, Sun

  Annie Dillard (2011). “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek”, p.88, Hymns Ancient and Modern Ltd

• The universe is illusion merely, not one speck of it real, and we are not only its victims, falling always into or smashed by a planet slung by the sun-but also its captives, bound by the mineral-made ropes of our senses.

  Annie Dillard

  Real, Fall, Rope

  Annie Dillard (1994). “The Annie Dillard reader”, Harpercollins

• A shepherd on a hilltop who looks at a mess of stars and thinks, ‘There’s a hunter, a plow, a fish,’ is making mental connections that have as much real force in the universe as the very fires in those stars themselves.

  Annie Dillard

  Stars, Real, Thinking

• poetry has been able to function quite directly as human interpretation of the raw, loose universe. It is a mixture, if you will, of journalism and metaphysics, or of science and religion.

  Annie Dillard

  Mixtures, Able, Journalism

  Annie Dillard (1983). “Living by Fiction”, New York : Harper & Row

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