After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier? — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider the orderliness of the world. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I acknowledge my feeling and gratitude for life by praising the world and whoever made all these things. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world? — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Of course! The path to heaven doesn't lie down in flat miles. It's in the imagination with which you perceive this world,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
The world is: fun, and familiar, and healthful, and unbelievably refreshing, and lovely. And it is the theater of the spiritual; it… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
As a child, what captivated me was reading the poems myself and realizing that there was a world without material substance which… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
You may not agree, you may not care, but if you are holding this book you should know that of all the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
And over one more set of hills, along the sea, the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness and are giving… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
... the natural world is the old river that runs through everything, and I think poets will forever fish along its shores. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
...Sometimes I dream that everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly, and I… — 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
Because of the dog's joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
...there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Poetry is a river; many voices travel in it; poem after poem moves along in the exciting crests and falls of the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I would say that there exists a thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else, and that our dignity and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Mornings at Blackwater" For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Tom Dancer’s gift of a whitebark pine cone You never know What opportunity Is going to travel to you, Or through you.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
And now my old dog is dead, and another I had after him, and my parents are dead, and that first world,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
The sweetness of dogs (fifteen) What do you say, Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don't hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination... — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Every day I walk out into the world / to be dazzled, then to be reflective. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Look, I want to love this world as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get to be alive and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
A lifetime isn't long enough for the beauty of this world and the responsibilities of your life. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful? — 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
