98 Mary Oliver Quotes To Refresh You
Mary Oliver is a famous American poet and non-fiction author, who won the prestigious Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award for her work “American Primitive” and “House of Light” respectively. According to the New York Times, she is “far and away, country’s best selling poet”. Her work is largely based on nature and beauty, while trying to depict the appreciation for the charms of the environment which creates joy and introspection among the readers. Her theme of writing is directed towards the simple things in life which can generate euphoria that people usually ignore to appreciate in pursuit of larger materialistic objects. Through her words, she has vividly described the true picturesque scenes which glorify the beauty of Mother Earth. We have curated some of Mary Oliver’s quotes and sayings from her books, poems and life on books, children, Earth, gratitude, heaven, love, joy, inspiration, morning, nature, poetry, rain, soul, spring, summer, teachers, universe etc. Zoom through these inspirational quotes from one of the greatest poets in our generation and perhaps gain a few admirations for this gift of god called nature.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.
You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.
Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.
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.
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.
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.
The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.
You can have the other words-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I'll take grace. I don't know what it is exactly, but I'll take it.
Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled— to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.
To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
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The Uses Of Sorrow (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. 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.
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
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?
It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.
"Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.
When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. --from WHEN DEATH COMES
I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too.
So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.
Maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us--
He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.
It is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.
The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own
