Mary Oliver Quotes About Imagination

Quotes about: Imagination

• Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.

  Mary Oliver

  Lonely, Imagination, Wild Geese

  Mary Oliver (2006). “Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays”, p.9, Beacon Press

• Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

  Mary Oliver

  Dream, Heart, Imagination

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

• I believe art is utterly important. It is one of the things that could save us. We don't have to rely totally on experience if we can do things in our imagination.... It's the only way in which you can live more lives than your own. You can escape your own time, your own sensibility, your own narrowness of vision.

  Mary Oliver

  Art, Believe, Imagination

• Mornings at Blackwater" For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt, the feet of ducks. And always it assuaged me from the dry bowl of the very far past. What I want to say is that the past is the past, and the present is what your life is, and you are capable of choosing what that will be, darling citizen. 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

  Morning, Past, Years

  Mary Oliver (2008). “Red Bird: Poems”, p.57, Beacon Press

• 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

  Rivers, Imagination, Enjoy Life

  Mary Oliver (2008). “Red Bird: Poems”, p.57, Beacon Press

• ...whoever you are, not matter how lonely the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things.

  Mary Oliver

  Lonely, Nature, Imagination

  Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese”

• Of course! The path to heaven doesn't lie down in flat miles. It's in the imagination with which you perceive this world, and the gestures with which you honor it.

  Mary Oliver

  Lying, Imagination, Heaven

  Mary Oliver (2000). “Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems”, p.27, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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