Posts tagged ‘Mary Oliver’

January 3, 2017

Balm for a broken heart

These quotes are for my friend A.J. and everyone else who’s been there, felt that:

Love is spiritual training for a broken heart. Your heart will break if you love someone.
~ Polly Young-Eisendrath in The Present Heart

But then…

To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.
~ Elizabeth Gilbert in Eat, Pray, Love

And …

I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.
~ Mary Oliver

A broken heart is a gift. It means you are human; it means you are capable of opening yourself to someone else, to letting them in, to loving them — then, now and in the future. Your heart will heal and you will love again — better and stronger next time for what you have learned this time. ♥

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April 29, 2013

Heartbreak – a journey (in three quotes)

Heartbreak: a journey (in three quotes):

The breaking of so great a thing
should make a greater crack.
(William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra)

She took a step and didn’t want to take any more,
but she did.
(Markus Zusak, The Book Thief)

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
(Mary Oliver)

April 18, 2013

Poetic wisdom for open eyes and a wild heart

The Summer Day
by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean —
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down —
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?