Mary Oliver Quotes About Books

Quotes about: Books

• 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.

  Mary Oliver

  Beach, Book, Years

  Source: balisha-neverenoughtime.blogspot.com

• 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.

  Mary Oliver

  Book, Heart, Character

  Mary Oliver (2016). “Upstream: Selected Essays”, p.14, Penguin

• You may not agree, you may not care, but if you are holding this book you should know that of all the sights I love in this world — and there are plenty — very near the top of the list is this one: dogs without leashes.

  Mary Oliver

  Dog, Book, Sight

  Mary Oliver (2013). “Dog Songs: Deluxe Edition”, p.11, Penguin

• My first two books are out of print and, okay, they can sleep there comfortably. It's early work, derivative work.

  Mary Oliver

  Book, Sleep, Two

• GOING TO WALDEN It isn't very far as highways lie. I might be back by nightfall, having seen The rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water. Friends argue that I might be wiser for it. They do not hear that far-off Yankee whisper: How dull we grow from hurrying here and there! Many have gone, and think me half a fool To miss a day away in the cool country. Maybe. But in a book I read and cherish, Going to Walden is not so easy a thing As a green visit. It is the slow and difficult Trick of living, and finding it where you are.

  Mary Oliver

  Country, Lying, Book

  Mary Oliver (1972). “The River Styx, Ohio, and other poems”

• And now my old dog is dead, and another I had after him, and my parents are dead, and that first world, that old house, is sold and lost, and the books I gathered there lost, or sold- but more books bought, and in another place, board by board and stone by stone, like a house, a true life built, and all because I was steadfast about one or two things: loving foxes, and poems, the blank piece of paper, and my own energy- and mostly the shimmering shoulders of the world that shrug carelessly over the fate of any individual that they may, the better, keep the Niles and Amazons flowing.

  Mary Oliver

  Dog, Book, Fate

  Mary Oliver (2016). “Upstream: Selected Essays”, p.17, Penguin

• I learned to build bookshelves and brought books to my room, gathering them around me thickly. I read by day and into the night. I thought about perfectibility, and deism, and adjectives, and clouds, and the foxes, I locked my door, from the inside, and leaped from the roof and went to the woods, by day or darkness.

  Mary Oliver

  Book, Night, Doors

  Mary Oliver (2016). “Upstream: Selected Essays”, p.15, Penguin

• I have trouble with some books because I'm so much in agreement with them I'd rather just sit in the grass myself.

  Mary Oliver

  Book, Agreement, Trouble

  Source: www.bostonglobe.com

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