Mary Oliver Quotes About Dreams

Quotes about: Dreams

• Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

  Mary Oliver

  Dream, Heart, Imagination

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

• The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing

  Mary Oliver

  Life, Dream, Lying

  Mary Oliver (2017). “Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver”, p.371, Penguin

• ...Sometimes I dream that everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly, and I am here too, in front of it, hardly able to see for the flash and the brightness- and sometimes I am that madcap person clapping my hands and singing; and sometimes I am that quiet person down on my knees.

  Mary Oliver

  Dream, Hands, Singing

  Mary Oliver (2004). “Why I Wake Early: New Poems”, p.39, Beacon Press

• 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

• For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.

  Mary Oliver

  Dream, Seasons

  Mary Oliver (2012). “A Thousand Mornings: Poems”, p.19, Penguin

• 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

• Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising.

  Mary Oliver

  Dream, Rivers, Forever

  Mary Oliver (2009). “Evidence: Poems”, p.62, Beacon Press

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