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Mary Oliver

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

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Akiroq Brost

"Solitude is a wonderful treasure the world is still yet to discover."

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Akiroq Brost

"You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else."

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Akiroq Brost

"How much had I missed in these months of despair and numbness?"

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"The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember."

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Akiroq Brost

"Instead of the church in Africa to be a place for eradicating darkness by beaming out light, she has unfortunately become the den of robbers as Jesus put it."

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Akiroq Brost

"Puritanism. The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy."

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Akiroq Brost

"I don't dream. Come to think of it, i haven't had any dreams in a long time."

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Akiroq Brost

"You don't have to be in hurry in life."

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"I had begun to feel that life was a repetition of the same thing; that there was nothing new either in me or in him; and that, on the contrary, we kept going back as it were on what was old."

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Akiroq Brost

"We must stop calling bribes in our higher institutions "helping my child to gain admission."

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Mary Oliver
"Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic frankness of salt and snow."

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Mary Oliver
"Sometimes breaking the rules is just extending the rules."

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

Reflection

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Mary Oliver
"Oh Lord of melons, of mercy, though I am not ready, nor worthy, I am climbing towards you."

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Mary Oliver
"So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing,and put your lips to the world.And live your life."

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Mary Oliver
"Because of the dog's joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?"

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Mary Oliver
"Writers sometimes give up what is most strange and wonderful about their writing - soften their roughest edges - to accommodate themselves toward a group response."

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Mary Oliver
"There are things you can't reach. ButYou can reach out to them, and all day long.The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of god.And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier.I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing aroundAs though with your arms open."

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Mary Oliver
"We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I stayed where I was happy. I spent a great deal of time in my younger years just writing and reading, walking around the woods in Ohio, where I grew up."

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Mary Oliver
"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."

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