Annie Quotes

As a creative person, you just put something out into the consciousness of the society you live in.

I don't enjoy hearing the sound of my voice. The most important things for me are impossible to articulate extemporaneously.

There are certain early plays of mine that I really don't like, but I can't imagine going back and fixing them. I would be totally incapable of it. I'm not in the head of the characters anymore.

If anything, I was the opposite of most college students who think they can do anything.

Writing is my primary way of expressing myself.

If I could have anything I wanted, I would choose story without end, and it seems I have lots of company in that.

Purification is but the cleaning of the lamp-glass which hides the Light

Morality is the Science of harmonious relations between intelligent beings.

The misery we inflict on sentient beings slackens our human evolution.

Never yet has a God been defined in terms which were not palpably self-contradictory and absurd; never yet has a God been described so that a concept of Him was made possible to human thought.

Representative institutions are as much a part of the true Briton as his language and his literature.

When we realise our oneness with our RULER, then the matter shall have no longer power over us, and we shall see it as the unreality it is.

Evil is only imperfection, that which is not complete, which is becoming, but has not yet found its end.

God' is always the equivalent of 'I do not know.

The body is never more alive than when it is dead; but it is alive in its units, and dead in its totality; alive as a congeries, dead as an organism.

The destruction of India's village system was the greatest of England's blunders.

My own life in India, since I came to it in 1893 to make it my home, has been devoted to one purpose, to give back to India her ancient freedom.

Push it. examine all things intensely and relentlessly.

We still and always want waking.

How you spend your days is how you spend your life.

The way you live your days is the way you live your life.

I worked so hard all my life, and all I want to do now is read.

Unless all ages and races of men have been deluded by the same mass hypnotist (who?), there seems to be such a thing as beauty, a grace wholly gratuitous.

I know only enough of God to want to worship him, by any means ready to hand.

Young children have no sense of wonder. They bewilder well, but few things surprise them. All of it is new to young children, after all, and equally gratuitous.

It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave.

We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.

The creatures I seek do not want to be seen.

At night I read and write, and things I have never understood become clear; I reap the harvest of the rest of the year's planting

Nothing on earth is more gladdening than knowing we must roll up our sleeves and move back the boundaries of the humanly possible once more.

There is no such thing as an artist: there is only the world lit or unlit as the light allows. When the candle is burning, who looks at the wick? When the candle is out, who needs it?

The interior life is often stupid.

We wake, if we ever wake at all, to mystery, rumors of death, beauty, violence.

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.

Self-consciousness is the curse of the city and all that sophistication implies.

Are you living just a little and calling that life?

The courage of children and beasts is a function of innocence.

People who take photographs during their whole vacation won't remember their vacation. They'll only remember what photographs they took.

What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?

The body of literature, with its limits and edges, exists outside some people and inside others. Only after the writer lets literature shape her can she perhaps shape literature.

We live half our waking lives and all of our sleeping lives in some private, useless, and insensible waters we never mention or recall.

Our life seems cursed to be a wiggle merely, and a wandering without end.

The mind wants the world to return its love, or its awareness; the mind wants to know all the world, and all eternity, and God.

Evolution loves death more than it loves you or me. This is easy to write, easy to read, and hard to believe.

Writers serve as the memory of a people. They chew over our public past.

It's a little silly to finally learn how to write at this age. But I long ago realized I was secretly sincere.

He judged the instant and let go; he flung himself loose into the stars.

When I first read the words 'introvert' and 'extrovert' when I was 10, I thought I was both.

Put yourself out of your misery.

why did I have to keep learning this same thing over and over?