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World Quotes by Mary Oliver

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Mary Oliver sees the world as a place that sparks imagination. She talks about sunflowers, hummingbirds, and blue plums as everyday wonders that ask us to be dazzled. She also reminds us that even a broken world, the world calls us to respond seriously.

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Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem.

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My work is loving the world.

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There is only one question: / how to love this world.

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Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.

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Why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world?

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I acknowledge my feeling and gratitude for life by praising the world and whoever made all these things.

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Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination...

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When will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included.

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You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound.

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I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

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When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider the orderliness of the world.

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There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?

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I had a very dysfunctional family, and a very hard childhood. So I made a world out of words. And it was…

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So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to…

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And over one more set of hills, along the sea, the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness and are giving…

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... the natural world is the old river that runs through everything, and I think poets will forever fish along its shores.

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Poetry is a serious business; literature is the apparatus through which the world tries to keep intact its important ideas and feelings.

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The world is: fun, and familiar, and healthful, and unbelievably refreshing, and lovely. And it is the theater of the spiritual; it…

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As a child, what captivated me was reading the poems myself and realizing that there was a world without material substance which…

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You may not agree, you may not care, but if you are holding this book you should know that of all the…

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The poet must not only write the poem but must scrutinize the world intensely, or anyway that part of the world he…

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Tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? When it's over, I want to…

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from the complications of loving you i think there is no end or return. no answer, no coming out of it. which…

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When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking…

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And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and…

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...there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper…

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Poetry is a river; many voices travel in it; poem after poem moves along in the exciting crests and falls of the…

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Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror…

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Mornings at Blackwater" For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,…

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I would say that there exists a thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else, and that our dignity and…

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If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don't hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed…

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The sweetness of dogs (fifteen) What do you say, Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the…

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And now my old dog is dead, and another I had after him, and my parents are dead, and that first world,…

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Tom Dancer’s gift of a whitebark pine cone You never know What opportunity Is going to travel to you, Or through you.…

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After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world.

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Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?

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I got saved by poetry and I got saved by the beauty of the world.

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it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

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A lifetime isn't long enough for the beauty of this world and the responsibilities of your life.

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Look, I want to love this world as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get to be alive and…

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