“If I had another life I would want to spend it all on some unstinting happiness. I would be a fox, or… — 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
“And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything? And have you finally figured out what beauty is… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“because my life without you would be a place of parched and broken trees” — 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
“Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Every year the hatchlings wake in the swaying branches, in the silver baskets, and love the world. Is it necessary to say… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
GOING TO WALDEN It isn't very far as highways lie. I might be back by nightfall, having seen The rough pines, and… — 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 Fourth Sign of The Zodiac (Part 3) by Mary Oliver I know, you never intended to be in this world. But… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I want to be braver and more honest about my life. When you're sexually abused, there's a lot of damage. — 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… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
All my life I have been restless-- I have felt there is something more wonderful than gloss-- than wholeness-- than staying at… — 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
Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket; you put your life into it and make something… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“When it's over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement.” — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention. I don't say this without reckoning in the sorrow, the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Life is much the same when it's going well-- resonant and unremarkable. But who, not under disaster's seal, can understand what life… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? When it's over, I want to… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places? — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Going to Walden is not so easy a thing As a green visit. It is the slow and difficult Trick of living,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. — 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
