Everybody has to have their little tooth of power. Everybody wants to be able to bite. — 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 wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a… — 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 have a little dog who likes to nap with me. He climbs on my body and puts his face in 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
I know I can walk through the world, along the shore or under the trees, with my mind filled with things of… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
LITTLE DOGS RHAPSODY IN THE NIGHT (PERCY THREE) He puts his cheek against mine and makes small, expressive sounds. And when I'm… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
In your hands The dog, the donkey, surely they know They are alive. Who would argue otherwise? But now, after years of… — 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
