"Tell me about despair, yours, and I..." - Quote by Mary Oliver

“Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone.”

“I have the feeling that a lot of poets writing now are - they sort of tap dance through it.”

“Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving”

“She felt, with her hand on the nursery door, that community of feeling with other people which emotion gives as if the walls of partition had become so thin that practically (the feeling was one of relief and happiness) it was all one stream.”

“Without love, there can be no connection, no future, and no success together.”

“The best kind of friend is the kind you sit with, never say a word and walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you ever had.”

“To live without Hope is to Cease to live.”

“Despair and postponement are cowardice and defeat. Men were born to succeed, not to fail.”

“When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.”