Mary Oliver

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us... ↗

— Mary Oliver

#snow

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

#love

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. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#business

I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#death

Poetry is a life-cherishing force. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#life

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. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#imagination

Of course I am thinking the Lord was once young and will never in fact be old. And who else could this be, who goes off down the green path, Carrying his sandals, and singing? ↗

— Mary Oliver

#inspirational #nature #inspirational

I simply do not distinguish between work and play. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#distinguish #i #play #simply #work

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. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#empty #into #life #make #out

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

— Mary Oliver

#me #plan #precious #precious life #tell