Look, I want to love this world as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get to be alive and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
There is a notion that creative people are absent-minded, reckless, heedless of social customs and obligations. It is, hopefully, true for they… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
It is what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Tom Dancer’s gift of a whitebark pine cone You never know What opportunity Is going to travel to you, Or through you.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and be born… — 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
...there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against… — 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 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
When will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I would say that there exists a thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else, and that our dignity and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
You have to be in the world to understand what the spiritual is about, and you have to be spiritual in order… — 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
Every day I walk out into the world / to be dazzled, then to be reflective. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
...Sometimes I dream that everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly, and I… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I stood willingly and gladly in the characters of everything - other people, trees, clouds. And this is what I learned, that… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
... the natural world is the old river that runs through everything, and I think poets will forever fish along its shores. — 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
A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you… — 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
Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to… — 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
