it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.— Mary Oliver
The most captivate Mary Oliver quotes that will add value to your life
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
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. (from “Mysteries, Yes”)
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing.
Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
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Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
Sometimes i need only to stand where I'm to be blessed.
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.
In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.
I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.
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.
You must not ever stop being whimsical.
And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.
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 held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us.
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.
And I say to my heart: rave on.
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.
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?
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.
There are things you can’t reach. But You can reach out to them, and all day long. The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of god. And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier. I look; morning to night I am never done with looking. Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around As though with your arms open.
My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.
It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.
How heron comes It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and stands there in his death robes, perfect servant of the system, hungry, his eyes full of attention, his wings pure light
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.
There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?
Look, I want to love this world as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get to be alive and know it.
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.
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.
Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
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.
Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
Walks work for me. I enter some arena that is neither conscious or unconscious.
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.
Don't we all die someday and someday comes all too soon? What will you do with your own wild, glorious chance at this thing we call life.
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.
Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.
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.
There is only one question: / how to love this world.
I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.
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.
To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.
It is the nature of stone to be satisfied. It is the nature of water to want to be somewhere else.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.
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.