I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.
Mary OliverRead
Sometimes breaking the rules is extending the rules.
Interpretation
Breaking the rules can sometimes mean redefining them for the better.
This quote by Mary Oliver suggests that there are times when adhering strictly to established rules can limit creativity and growth. In some situations, deviating from the norm or 'breaking the rules' may actually lead to a broader understanding and an expansion of those rules, ultimately resulting in progress and innovation.
In practice
This quote is perfect for a speech on creativity in the workplace.
I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.
At the time I was growing up, literature was involved with the so-called confessional poets. And I was not interested in that. I did not think that specific and personal perspective functioned well for the reader at all.
I know the sag of the unfinished poem. And I know the release of the poem that is finished.
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.
If I have any lasting worth, it will be because I have tried to make people remember what the Earth is meant to look like.
Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view and demand that they respect yours.
The prejudice of the race appears stronger in the States that have abolished slaves than in the States where slavery still exists. White carpenters, white bricklayers, and white painters will not work side by side with the blacks in the North but do it in almost every Southern State.
Life doesn't do anything to you. It only reveals your spirit.
The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling β a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.
Through one all are known, through one all are also seen
In this world, either you're virtuous or you enjoy yourself. Not both, lady, not both.
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