Mary Oliver Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

  Mary Oliver

  Dream, Heart, Imagination

  Mary Oliver (2009). “Evidence: Poems”, p.43, Beacon Press

• 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

• I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.

  Mary Oliver

  Love, Inspirational, Mean

  Mary Oliver (2005). “New and Selected Poems, Volume Two”, Beacon Press (MA)

• And I say to my heart: rave on.

  Mary Oliver

  Life, Heart, Enthusiasm

  Mary Oliver (2006). “Thirst: Poems”, p.29, Beacon Press

• Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests of our lives.

  Mary Oliver

  Heart, Bird, Forests

  Mary Oliver (2006). “New and Selected Poems, Volume Two”, p.45, Beacon Press

• from the complications of loving you i think there is no end or return. no answer, no coming out of it. which is the only way to love, isn't it? this isn't a playground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while. therefore i have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world. and i say to my body: grow thinner still. and i say to my fingers, type me a pretty song. and i say to my heart: rave on.

  Mary Oliver

  Song, Heart, Dark

  FaceBook post by Mary Oliver from Nov 19, 2016

• But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?

  Mary Oliver

  Heart, Knowing, Burning Down

  Mary Oliver (1998). “West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems”, p.48, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.

  Mary Oliver

  Heart, Special Education, Break

  Mary Oliver (1995). “Blue Pastures”, Harcourt

• We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I stayed where I was happy. I spent a great deal of time in my younger years just writing and reading, walking around the woods in Ohio, where I grew up.

  Mary Oliver

  Reading, Writing, Heart

  Interview with Maria Shriver, www.oprah.com. March 9, 2011.

• 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

  Beach, Giving Up, Heart

  Mary Oliver (2008). “The Truro Bear and Other Adventures: Poems and Essays”, p.77, Beacon Press

• 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

  Heart, Wish, Trying

  Mary Oliver (2008). “Red Bird: Poems”, p.39, Beacon Press

• All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing

  Mary Oliver

  Morning, Heart, Night

  FaceBook post by Mary Oliver from Apr 22, 2015

• I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and as you read you keep feeling it and though it be my story it will be common, though it be singular it will be known to you so that by the end you will think— no, you will realize— that it was all the while yourself arranging the words, that it was all the time words that you yourself, out of your heart had been saying.

  Mary Oliver

  Pain, Reading, Writing

• The poet dreams of the classroom I dreamed I stood up in class And I said aloud: Teacher, Why is algebra important? Sit down, he said. Then I dreamed I stood up And I said: Teacher, I’m weary of the turkeys That we have to draw every fall. May I draw a fox instead? Sit down, he said. Then I dreamed I stood up once more and said: Teacher, My heart is falling asleep And it wants to wake up. It needs to be outside. Sit down, he said.

  Mary Oliver

  Dream, Teacher, Fall

  Mary Oliver (2010). “Swan: Poems and Prose Poems”, p.27, Beacon Press

• Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead.

  Mary Oliver

  Morning, Heart, Thinking

  Mary Oliver (1986). “Dream Work”, p.68, Atlantic Monthly Press

• Language is, in other words, not necessary, but voluntary. If it were necessary, it would have stayed simple; it would not agitate our hearts with ever-present loveliness and ever-cresting ambiguity; it would not dream, on its long white bones, of turning into song.

  Mary Oliver

  Dream, Song, Heart

  Mary Oliver (1998). “West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems”, p.17, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• I know death is the fascinating snake under the leaves, sliding and sliding; I know the heart loves him too, can't turn away, can't break the spell. Everything wants to enter the slow thickness, aches to be peaceful finally and at any cost. Wants to be stone.

  Mary Oliver

  Death, Heart, Snakes

  Mary Oliver (1986). “Dream Work”, p.32, Atlantic Monthly Press

• We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness.

  Mary Oliver

  Heart, Hunger, Hungry

  Source: balisha-neverenoughtime.blogspot.com

• Writing a poem ... is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory of emotion) and the learned skills of the conscious mind.

  Mary Oliver

  Writing, Heart, Skills

  Mary Oliver (1994). “A Poetry Handbook”, p.7, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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