Quote by Mary Oliver
What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willin

What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places? – Mary Oliver

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To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. – Mary Oliver

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Wise Words
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Poetry isnt a profession, its a way of life. Its an empty basket you put your life into it and make something out of that. – Mary Oliver

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Poetry
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Breathing
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Breath is Spirit. The act of breathing is Living. – Author Unknown

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Fear less, hope more; eat less, chew more; whine less, breathe more; talk less, say more; hate less, love more; and all good things are yours. – Swedish Proverb

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Breathing

We live in an ocean of air like fish in a body of water. By our breathing we are attuned to our atmosphere. If we inhibit our breathing we isolate ourselves from the medium in which we exist. In all Oriental and mystic philosophies, the breath holds the secret to the highest bliss. – Alexander Lowen

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Breathing

Listen, are you breathing just a little and calling it a life? – Mary Oliver

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Breathing

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