653 Quotes by Mary Oliver

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

I have a notebook with me all the time, and I begin scribbling a few words. When things are going well, the walk does not get anywhere; I finally just stop and write.

Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)

He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.

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.

What can we dobut keep on breathing in and out,modest and willing, and in our places?

... Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.

And over one more set of hills, along the sea, the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness and are giving it back to the world. If I had another life I would want to spend it all on some unstinting happiness.

Tell me, what is it you plan to dowith your one wild and precious life?