You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.- Mary Oliver
Category: Arts
“Nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.
They told me my images were dark, depressive and wouldn’t sell well. I didn’t make them to be sold. I was making them to save myself from insanity and excruciating pain. I had finally found […]
“You are never too old…
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” — C.S. Lewis
“If we’d never met…
“If we’d never met, I think I would have known my life wasn’t complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn’t know who I was looking for.” […]
“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit…
“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person […]
“Woke up this morning with…
“Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself […]
“I drag myself out of nightmares…
“I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” ― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay
“Deep in the meadow…
“Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay And when it’s morning again, they’ll wash away Here it’s safe, here it’s […]
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."- Ernest Hemingway
You can turn the harshest winters…
You can turn the harshest winters into your warmest memories. You can watch the leaves fall one by one and still appreciate the new abundance they are bringing to Earth. You have been crushed and […]
