Quotes by : Mary Oliver

I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the....

But very little of it can do morethan start you on your way to the real, unimaginablydifficult goal of....

But I want to extol not the sweetness nor the placidity of the dog, but the wilderness out of which he....

Things take the time they take.Don't worry.How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St.....

Language is rich, and malleable. It is a living, vibrant material, and every part of a poem works in....

DAISIESIt is possible, I suppose that sometimewe will learn everythingthere is to learn: what the world....

I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it....

oxygen Everything needs it: bone, muscles, and even, while it calls the earth its home, the soul. So....

Look, the treesare turningtheir own bodiesinto pillarsof light,are giving off the richfragrance of cinnamonand....

I would like people to remember of me, howinexhaustible was her mindfulness.