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  • #1
    Mary Oliver
    “to live in this world

    you must be able
    to do three things
    to love what is mortal;
    to hold it

    against your bones knowing
    your own life depends on it;
    and, when the time comes to let it go,
    to let it go”
    Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One

  • #2
    Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious
    “Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    with your one wild and precious life?”
    Mary Oliver

  • #3
    Mary Oliver
    “I Go Down To The Shore

    I go down to the shore in the morning
    and depending on the hour the waves
    are rolling in or moving out,
    and I say, oh, I am miserable,
    what shall—
    what should I do? And the sea says
    in its lovely voice:
    Excuse me, I have work to do.”
    Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings: Poems

  • #4
    D.H. Lawrence
    “I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”
    D.H. Lawrence, The Complete Poems of D.H. Lawrence

  • #5
    D.H. Lawrence
    “Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.”
    D.H. Lawrence, Women in Love

  • #6
    D.H. Lawrence
    “The human soul needs beauty more than bread.”
    D.H. Lawrence

  • #7
    D.H. Lawrence
    “There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
    but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
    like the eye of a violet.”
    D.H. Lawrence

  • #8
    John Muir
    “Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity”
    John Muir, Our National Parks

  • #9
    J. Krishnamurti
    “A man who says, 'I want to change, tell me how to', seems very earnest, very serious, but he is not. He wants an authority whom he hopes will bring about order in himself. But can authority ever bring about inward order? Order imposed from without must always breed disorder.”
    J. Krishnamurti

  • #10
    J. Krishnamurti
    “Acquiring knowledge is a form of imitation.”
    J. Krishnamurti

  • #11
    J. Krishnamurti
    “To understand a child we have to watch him at play, study him in his different moods; we cannot project upon him our own prejudices, hopes and fears, or mould him to fit the pattern of our desires. If we are constantly judging the child according to our personal likes and dislikes, we are bound to create barriers and hindrances in our relationship with him and in his relationships with the world. Unfortunately, most of us desire to shape the child in a way that is gratifying to our own vanities and idiosyncrasies; we find varying degrees of comfort and satisfaction in exclusive ownership and domination.”
    J. Krishnamurti, Education and the Significance of Life

  • #12
    J. Krishnamurti
    “The primary cause of disorder in ourselves is the seeking of reality promised by another.”
    Krishnamurti

  • #13
    Khaled Hosseini
    “I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”
    Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

  • #14
    Mary Oliver
    “Instructions for living a life.
    Pay attention.
    Be astonished.
    Tell about it.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #15
    Mary Oliver
    “Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”
    Mary Oliver

  • #16
    Mary Oliver
    “I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #17
    Mary Oliver
    “When it's over, I want to say: all my life
    I was a bride married to amazement.
    I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

    When it is over, I don't want to wonder
    if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
    I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
    or full of argument.

    I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #18
    Mary Oliver
    “How I go to the wood

    Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
    friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
    unsuitable.

    I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
    or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
    praying, as you no doubt have yours.

    Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
    on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
    until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
    unhearable sound of the roses singing.

    If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
    you very much.”
    Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

  • #19
    Mary Oliver
    “I thought the earth remembered me,
    she took me back so tenderly,
    arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
    full of lichens and seeds.
    I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
    nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
    but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
    among the branches of the perfect trees.
    All night I heard the small kingdoms
    breathing around me, the insects,
    and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
    All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
    grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
    I had vanished at least a dozen times
    into something better.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #20
    Mary Oliver
    “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, Evidence: Poems

  • #21
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #22
    Pablo Neruda
    “Well, now
    If little by little you stop loving me
    I shall stop loving you
    Little by little
    If suddenly you forget me
    Do not look for me
    For I shall already have forgotten you

    If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
    And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
    Remember
    That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
    And my roots will set off to seek another land”
    Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems

  • #23
    Sara Teasdale
    “I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
    And walking up the long beach all alone
    I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
    As you and I once heard their monotone.

    Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
    The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
    We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
    Before you hear that sound again with me.”
    Sarah Teasdale

  • #24
    Sara Teasdale
    “When I am dead, and over me bright April
    Shakes out her rain drenched hair,
    Tho you should lean above me broken hearted,
    I shall not care.
    For I shall have peace.
    As leafey trees are peaceful
    When rain bends down the bough.
    And I shall be more silent and cold hearted
    Than you are now”
    Sara Teasdale

  • #25
    Sara Teasdale
    Wisdom

    When I have ceased to break my wings
    Against the faultiness of things,
    And learned that compromises wait
    Behind each hardly opened gate,
    When I can look Life in the eyes,
    Grown calm and very coldly wise,
    Life will have given me the Truth,
    And taken in exchange -- my youth.”
    Sara Teasdale, Love Songs

  • #26
    Sara Teasdale
    “I am the pool of gold
    When sunset burns and dies--
    You are my deepening skies;
    Give me your stars to hold”
    Sara Teasdale

  • #27
    Bill Watterson
    “You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
    What mood is that?
    Last-minute panic.”
    Bill Watterson

  • #28
    Rabindranath Tagore
    “I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.”
    Tagore

  • #29
    Rabindranath Tagore
    “Unending Love

    I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
    In life after life, in age after age, forever.
    My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
    That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
    In life after life, in age after age, forever.

    Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
    It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
    As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
    Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
    You become an image of what is remembered forever.

    You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
    At the heart of time, love of one for another.
    We have played along side millions of lovers,
    Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
    the distressful tears of farewell,
    Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

    Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
    The love of all man's days both past and forever:
    Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
    The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
    And the songs of every poet past and forever.”
    Rabindranath Tagore, Selected Poems

  • #30
    Rabindranath Tagore
    “You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.”
    Rabindranath Tagore
    tags: love



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