Mary Oliver famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination...
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We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness.
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Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
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I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else.
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Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
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There were times over the years when life was not easy, but if you're working a few hours a day and you've got a good book to read, and you can go outside to the beach and dig for clams, you're okay.
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You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.
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You have to be in the world to understand what the spiritual is about, and you have to be spiritual in order to truly be able to accept what the world is about.
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Walks work for me. I enter some arena that is neither conscious or unconscious.
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I want to be braver and more honest about my life. When you're sexually abused, there's a lot of damage.
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Because of the dog's joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?
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Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
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Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.
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I have a little dog who likes to nap with me. He climbs on my body and puts his face in my neck. He is sweeter than soap. He is more wonderful than a diamond necklace, which can't even bark...
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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 serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?
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Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.
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Why I Wake Early Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and the crotchety – best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light – good morning, good morning, good morning. Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.
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Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
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Every day I walk out into the world / to be dazzled, then to be reflective.
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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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I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.
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If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it.
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maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us--
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...Sometimes I dream that everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly, and I am here too, in front of it, hardly able to see for the flash and the brightness- and sometimes I am that madcap person clapping my hands and singing; and sometimes I am that quiet person down on my knees.
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I simply do not distinguish between work and play.
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Rhythm is one of the most powerful of pleasures, and when we feel a pleasurable rhythm we hope it will continue. When it does, it grows sweeter.
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Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
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Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)
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My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums...
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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 want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.
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To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
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Every word is a messenger. Some have wings; some are filled with fire; some are filled with death.
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I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.
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Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.
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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 beneath?
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The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing
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Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.
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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 or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that's often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don't be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.
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A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing.
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You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
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Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine
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And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are, to look for your soul?
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And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.
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And I do not want anymore to be useful, to be docile, to lead / children out of the fields into the text / of civility, to teach them that they are (they are not) better than the grass.
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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 was nevertheless as alive as any other.
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Sunrise What is the name of the deep breath I would take over and over for all of us? Call it whatever you want, it is happiness, it is another one of the ways to enter fire.
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What misery to be afraid of death. What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.
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Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving
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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 the world. And live your life.
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I have a notion that if you are going to be spiritually curious, you better not get cluttered up with too many material things.
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Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
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To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.
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We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it.
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We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I stayed where I was happy. I spent a great deal of time in my younger years just writing and reading, walking around the woods in Ohio, where I grew up.
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I know I can walk through the world, along the shore or under the trees, with my mind filled with things of little importance, in full self-attendance. A condition I can't really call being alive.
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Writers sometimes give up what is most strange and wonderful about their writing - soften their roughest edges - to accommodate themselves toward a group response.
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So this is how you swim inward. So this is how you flow outwards. So this is how you pray.
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Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket; you put your life into it and make something out of that.
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The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention. I don't say this without reckoning in the sorrow, the worry, the many diminishments. But surely it is then that a person's character shines or glooms.
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It's very important to write things down instantly, or you can lose the way you were thinking out a line. I have a rule that if I wake up at 3 in the morning and think of something, I write it down. I can't wait until morning-it'll be gone.
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
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I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
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Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.
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Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.
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I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.
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But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it's done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive.
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Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.
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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 or she has taken for subject. If the poem is thin, it is likely so not because the poet does not know enough words, but because he or she has not stood long enough among the flowers--has not seen them in any fresh, exciting, and valid way.
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Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life?
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The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.
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I stood willingly and gladly in the characters of everything - other people, trees, clouds. And this is what I learned, that the world's otherness is antidote to confusion - that standing within this otherness - the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books - can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.
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For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.
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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 into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life you could save.
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I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too.
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There is only one question: / how to love this world.
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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 the world into my arms.
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Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.
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What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?
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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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Why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world?
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Always there is something worth saying about glory, about gratitude.
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I saw that worrying had come to nothing and gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.
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Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last! What a task to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours, and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.
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I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.
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It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.
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Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? / Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect?
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I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us...
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Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?
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Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
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In the glare of your mind, be modest. And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.
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Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree... Of course I have to give up, but by then I'm half crazy with the wonder of it--the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with laughter, full of earth-praise.
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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 beneath? Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever?
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