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.
Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
Mary Oliver
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.
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.
Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.
Mary Oliver
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.
Mary Oliver
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.
Mary Oliver
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.
To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.
Mary Oliver
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.
Mary Oliver
Love yourself. Then forget it.
Then, love the world.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Mary Oliver
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?
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.
Mary Oliver
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.
Mary Oliver
And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful-
how the mind clings to the road it knows,
rushing through crossroads, sticking
like lint to the familiar.
Mary Oliver
Also I wanted to be able to love
And we all know how that one goes, don't we?
Slowly
Mary Oliver
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Love, love, love, says Percy.
And hurry as fast as you can
along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.
Then, go to sleep.
Give up your body heat, your beating heart.
Then, trust.
Mary Oliver
What misery to be afraid of death.
What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.
Mary Oliver
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.
Emerson, I am trying to live, as you said we must, the examined life. But there are days I wish there was less in my head to examine, not to speak of the busy heart.
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.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
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.
Mary Oliver
I try to be good but sometimes
a person just has to break out and
act like the wild and springy thing
one used to be. It's impossible not
to remember wild an want it back.
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.
Mary Oliver
The man who has many answers
is often found
in the theaters of information
where he offers, graciously,
his deep findings.
While the man who has only questions,
to comfort himself, makes music.
THREE THINGS TO REMEMBER As long as you’re dancing, you can break the rules. Sometimes breaking the rules is just extending the rules. Sometimes there are no rules.
Mary Oliver
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. Yes indeed.
Mary Oliver
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.
Mary Oliver
Always there is something worth saying
about glory, about gratitude.
Mary Oliver
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...
Mary Oliver
There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But, who wants easier?
Mary Oliver
After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world.
Mary Oliver
Therefore, dark past,
I’m about to do it.
I’m about to forgive you
for everything.
Mary Oliver
When it's over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement.
Listen, whatever you see and love—
that’s where you are.
Mary Oliver
Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving
Mary Oliver
It must be a great disappointment to God if we are not dazzled at least ten times a day.
Mary Oliver
You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without doubt,I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.
Come with me into the woods where spring is
advancing, as it does, no matter what,
not being singular or particular, but one
of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.
The resurrection of the morning.
The mystery of the night.
The hummingbird's wings.
The excitement of thunder.
The rainbow in the waterfall.
Wild mustard, that rough blaze of the fields.
Mary Oliver
Love, love, love, says Percy.
And run as fast as you can
along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.
Then, go to sleep.
Give up your body heat, your beating heart.
Then, trust.
Mary Oliver
The poem in which the reader does not feel himself or herself a participant is a lecture, listened to from an uncomfortable chair, in a stuffy room, inside a building.
Mary Oliver
Sing, if you can sing, and it not still be
musical inside yourself.
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift. )
 better than the grass. )
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