H.P. Oliver Quotes
Things take the time they take.Don't worry.How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?
How perfect to be aboard a ship withmaybe a hundred years still in my pocket.But it's late, for all of us, and in truth the only ship there isis the ship we are all onburning the world as we go.
Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of
I stood like Adam in his lonely gardenOn that first morning, shaken out of sleep, Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves, Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift.
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.
You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
And now you'll be telling storiesof my coming backand they won't be false, and they won't be truebut they'll be real
Oh Lord of melons, of mercy, though I am not ready, nor worthy, I am climbing towards you.
You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.
Imagination is better than a sharp instrument. To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.
Of course! the path to heavendoesn't lie down in flat miles.It's in the imaginationwith which you perceive this world, and the gestureswith which you honor it.-from The Swan
I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple--or a green field--a place to enter, and in which to feel.
I would like people to remember of me, howinexhaustible was her mindfulness.
To interrupt the writer from the line of thought is to wake the dreamer from the dream. The dreamer cannot enter that dream, precisely as it was unfolding, ever again.
Be prepared. A dog is adorable and noble.A dog is a true and loving friend. A dogis also a hedonist.
Love, love, love, says Percy.And hurry as fast as you canalong the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.Then, go to sleep.Give up your body heat, your beating heart.Then, trust.
I have a little dog who likes to nap with me.He climbs on my body and puts his face in my neck.He is sweeter than soap.He is more wonderful than a diamond necklace, which can't even bark...
It does no good to bark at the television, I said. I’ve tried it too. So he stopped.
The man who has many answersis often foundin the theaters of informationwhere he offers, graciously, his deep findings.While the man who has only questions, to comfort himself, makes music.
Come with me into the woods where spring isadvancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but oneof the forever gifts, and certainly visible.
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.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.
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.
It's very important to write things down instantly, or you can lose the way you were thinking out a line. I have a rule that if I wake up at 3 in the morning and think of something, I write it down.
Poetry is one of the ancient arts, and it began as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth.
Men do not quit playing because they grow old they grow old because they quit playing.
Yo Mama’s so ugly, her Mama had to tie a steak around her neck to get the dogs to play with her.
Chuck Norris is the only human being to display the Heisenberg uncertainty principle -- you can never know both exactly where and how quickly he will roundhouse kick you in the face.
Chuck Norris will never have a heart attack. His heart isn't nearly foolish enough to attack him.
Yo Mama’s so old, her memory is in black and white.
Yo Mama’s so ugly, her dentist treats her by mail order.
Yo Mama’s so ugly that your father takes her to work with him so that he doesn't have to kiss her goodbye.
Yo Mama’s so ugly, when she joined an ugly contest, they said, “Sorry, no professionals.
If Yo Mama and Yo Daddy got a divorce, they'd still be brother and sister.
Yo Mama's like mustard, she spreads easy.
Yo Mama sucks so much d***, her lips went double platinum.
What’s the difference between Yo Mama and a 747?-About 20 pounds.-Yo mama carries more passengers.-Not everyone's been on a 747.
Yo Mama's like a library, open to the public.
Yo Mama's so fat her butt cheeks have different area codes.
I know that the whole point—the only point—is tofind the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse tolet them go.
Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.