But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was? — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Writing a poem ... is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Emerson, I am trying to live, as you said we must, the examined life. But there are days I wish there was… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I stood willingly and gladly in the characters of everything - other people, trees, clouds. And this is what I learned, that… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
The poet dreams of the classroom I dreamed I stood up in class And I said aloud: Teacher, Why is algebra important?… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
from the complications of loving you i think there is no end or return. no answer, no coming out of it. which… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Language is, in other words, not necessary, but voluntary. If it were necessary, it would have stayed simple; it would not agitate… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I know death is the fascinating snake under the leaves, sliding and sliding; I know the heart loves him too, can't turn… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“West Wind #2 You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Belief isn't always easy. But this much I have learned--- if not enough else--- to live with my eyes open. — Mary Oliver Copy Share
In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
Poetry is one of the original arts, and it began, as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth. — Mary Oliver Copy Share
The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
“All important ideas must include the trees, the mountains, and the rivers. • To understand many things you must reach out of your own condition.” — Mary Oliver Copy Share
“Sometimes I think, were I just a little rougher made, I would go altogether to the woods—to my work entirely, and solitude, a few… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
“First Snow The snow began here this morning and all day continued, its white rhetoric everywhere calling us back to why, how, whence such beauty… — mary oliver Copy Share
“What can I say that I have not said before? So I’ll say it again. The leaf has a song in it. Stone is… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
There is nothing better than work. Work is also play; children know that. Children play earnestly as if it were work. But people grow… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
“Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
“I stood like Adam in his lonely garden On that first morning, shaken out of sleep, Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves, Like… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
