Mary Oliver

I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love.

If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

You don’t need to justify your love, you don’t need to explain your love, you just need to practice your love. Practice creates the master.

I have never had trouble to love others, but loving myself was difficult. For years I didn’t like myself, so how could I love myself. It has taken time, and still there is a way to go, but I can say, not only do I like myself, but also care about myself enough to start loving myself too.

Who, being loved, is poor?

Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.

He was afraid of defiling the love which filled his soul.

Love conquers all things except poverty and toothache!

I have simply found a way of loving through whatever absences or dejections have fallen like tree branches in my path.

Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect.

It occurred to me that love, simply stated, is replacing the need to always be right with the need to be understanding.

When love awakens in your life, in the night of your heart, it is like the dawn breaking within you. Where before there was anonymity, now there is intimacy; where before there was fear, now there is courage; where before in your life there was awkwardness, now there is a rhythm of grace and gracefulness; where before you used to be jagged, now you are elegant and in rhythm with your self. When love awakens in your life, it is like a rebirth, a new beginning.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.