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“We do not think of it every day, but we never forget it: the beloved shall grow old, or ill, and be taken away finally. No matter how ferociously we fight, how tenderly we love, how bitterly we argue, how pervasively we berate the universe, how cunningly we hide, this is what shall happen.”
― Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

“I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple--or a green field--a place to enter, and in which to feel.”
― Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

“I am, myself, three selves at least. To begin with, there is the child I was. Certainly I am not that child anymore! Yet, distantly, or sometimes not so distantly, I can hear that child’s voice—I can feel its hope, or its distress. It has not vanished. Powerful, egotistical, insinuating—its presence rises, in memory, or from the steamy river of dreams. It is not gone, not by a long shot. It is with me in the present hour. It will be with me in the grave.”
― Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

“My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables