The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees -… — 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
“If the world were only pain and logic, who would want it? Of course, it isn’t. Neither do I mean anything miraculous,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Gannets I am watching the white gannets blaze down into the water with the power of blunt spears and a stunning accuracy--… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror… — 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
Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you… — 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
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
“Sometimes I really believe it, that I am going to save my life a little.” — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled---to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I decided very early that I wanted to write. But I didn't think of it as a career. I didn't even think… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my… — 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
It was not a choice of writing or not writing. It was a choice of loving my life or not loving my… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“A lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world and the responsibilities of your life. Scatter your flowers over the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“MYSTERIES, YES Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Don't we all die someday and someday comes all too soon? What will you do with your own wild, glorious chance at… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Now of all voyagers I remember, who among them Did not board ship with grief among their maps?” — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“The Pond" August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When it's over I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. — 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
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
