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
Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath? Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever?
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote invites appreciation for the beauty of the world and the fleeting nature of life.
Mary Oliver's quote is a reflective contemplation on the joys of existence and the intricate beauty found in nature. It emphasizes cherishing the small moments of life, such as the appreciation of flowers in a garden, while acknowledging their transient beauty and the underlying terror that may accompany such enjoyment. This invites readers to engage deeply with their surroundings and to recognize the preciousness of every moment, as life is ultimately ephemeral.
Themes
NatureAppreciationBeautyLifeFleeting
In practice
Example use cases
In a graduation speech about cherishing the moment.
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