Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me. Without fanfare, without… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
This is the first, wildest, and wisest thing I know, that the soul exists, and that it is built entirely out of… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are, to look for your soul? — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? While the soul, after all, is only a window, and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Along with the differences that abide in each of us, there is also in each of us a maverick, the darling stubborn… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening. — 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
