The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.
Mary OliverBecause 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?
Mary OliverYou may not agree, you may not care, but if you are holding this book you should know that of all the sights I love in this world โ and there are plenty โ very near the top of the list is this one: dogs without leashes.
Mary OliverWhen it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it is over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Mary Oliver