“But I want to extol not the sweetness nor the placidity of the dog, but the wilderness out of which he cannot… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“No, I mean really listen. Here's a story, and you don't have to visit many houses to find it. One person is… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Percy and Books Percy does not like it when I read a book. He puts his face over the top of it,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
And it is exceedingly short, his galloping life. Dogs die so soon. I have my stories of that grief, no doubt many… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“It does no good to bark at the television, I said. I’ve tried it too. So he stopped.” — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Be prepared. A dog is adorable and noble. A dog is a true and loving friend. A dog is also a hedonist.” — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“EVERY DOG’S STORY I have a bed, my very own. It’s just my size. And sometimes I like to sleep alone with… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Percy wakes me (fourteen) Percy wakes me and I am not ready. He has slept all night under the covers. Now he’s… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
