In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same… — 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
The challenge is to keep up with all the new poets at the same time I love the old ones. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Love is when two people know everything about eachother and are still friends. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying I went closer, and I did not die.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“As for the body, it is solid and strong and curious and full of detail: it wants to polish itself; it wants… — 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
Writing a poem ... is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“oxygen Everything needs it: bone, muscles, and even, while it calls the earth its home, the soul. So the merciful, noisy machine… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
from the complications of loving you i think there is no end or return. no answer, no coming out of it. which… — 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
Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“In the mystery and the energy of loving, we all view time's shadow upon the beloved as wretchedly as any of Poe's… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Things take the time they take. don't worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine? — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
On the beach, at dawn: Four small stones clearly Hugging each other. How many kinds of love Might there be in the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Love Sorrow Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must take care of what has been given. Brush her hair, help… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don't hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed… — 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
