Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination... — 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
...whoever you are, not matter how lonely the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh… — 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
Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I believe art is utterly important. It is one of the things that could save us. We don't have to rely totally… — 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
“Imagination is better than a sharp instrument. To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.” — 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
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
