Something to Share with You:

 Something to Share with You:

 

Mary Oliver

 

When Mary Oliver passed away in 2019 at the age of 83, tributes poured in from across the globe, including from famous fans such as Maria Shriver, John Waters, and Hillary Clinton. Oliver left us with an amazing body of work, which, along with her infrequent interviews, has given us a treasure trove of quotes to remember her by.

The song you heard singing in the leaf when you were a child is singing still.

Animals praise a good day, a good hunt. They praise rain if they’re thirsty. That’s prayer. They don’t live an unconscious life, they simply have no language to talk about these things. But they are grateful for the good things that come along.

Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

I said once, and I think this is true, the world did not have to be beautiful to work. But it is. What does that mean?

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

In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love, and the ability to ask questions. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.

Poetry is one of the ancient arts, and it begins as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth.

You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.

People need to remember that there is always a family of things, especially when they haven’t got a good one of the usual kind.

If I have any lasting worth, it will be because I have tried to make people remember what the Earth is meant to look like.

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.

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it.

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.

One thing I do know is that poetry, to be understood, must be clear. It mustn't be fancy. I have the feeling that a lot of poets writing now are, they sort of tap dance through it. I always feel that whatever isn't necessary shouldn't be in a poem.

The only record I broke in school was truancy.

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?

If God exists he isn’t just churches and mathematics. He’s the forest, He’s the desert. He’s the ice caps, that are dying. He’s the ghetto and the Museum of Fine Arts.

When it’s over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement.

Listen. Are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?