Top 114 Quotes & Sayings by Robert Bly

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Last updated on September 17, 2024.
Robert Bly

Robert Elwood Bly was an American poet, essayist, activist and leader of the mythopoetic men's movement. His best-known prose book is Iron John: A Book About Men (1990), which spent 62 weeks on The New York Times Best Seller list, and is a key text of the mythopoetic men's movement. He won the 1968 National Book Award for Poetry for his book The Light Around the Body.

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.
It is surely a great calamity for a human being to have no obsessions.
By the time a man is 35 he knows that the images of the right man, the tough man, the true man which he received in high school do not work in life. — © Robert Bly
By the time a man is 35 he knows that the images of the right man, the tough man, the true man which he received in high school do not work in life.
When a father, absent during the day, returns home at six, his children receive only his temperament, not his teaching.
There are years from my childhood that I cannot remember and I cannot forget.
The world belongs primarily to the dead, and we only rent it from them for a little while. They created it, they wrote its literature and its songs, and they are deeply invested in how children are treated, because the children are the ones who will keep it going. The idea that each of us has the right to change everything is a deep insult to them.
We are living at an important and fruitful moment now, for it is clear to men that the images of adult manhood given by the popular culture are worn out; a man can no longer depend on them. By the time a man is thirty-five he knows that the images of the right man, the tough man, the true man which he received in high school do not work in life.
The distance between the adolescent and the true adult is about five thousand miles, but the distance between the adult and the elder is almost as large.
Every part of our personality that we do not love will become hostile to us.
We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees, Trees that start again.
One day while studying a Yeats poem I decided to write poetry the rest of my life. I recognized that a single short poem has room for history, music, psychology, religious thought, mood, occult speculation, character, and events of one's own life. I still feel surprised that such various substances can find shelter and nourishment in a poem. A poem in fact may be a sort of nourishing liquid, such as one uses to keep an amoeba alive. If prepared right, a poem can keep an image or a thought or insights on history or the psyche alive for years, as well as our desires and airy impulses.
It’s all right if you grow your wings on the way down.
One could say the higher the spirit goes, the more deeply the soul sinks down into the waters of melancholy and tragedy. Drowning in that water is as sweet as rising. — © Robert Bly
One could say the higher the spirit goes, the more deeply the soul sinks down into the waters of melancholy and tragedy. Drowning in that water is as sweet as rising.
If a man, cautious, hides his limp, Somebody has to limp it! Things do it; the surroundings limp. House walls get scars, the car breaks down; matter, in drudgery, takes it up.
The candle is not lit To give light, but to testify to the night.
As I've gotten older, I find I am able to be nourished more by sorrow and to distinguish it from depression.
I want nothing from You but to see You.
The best presenters have conversations with their audiences.
Poetry keeps longing alive.
What does it mean when a man falls in love with a radiant face across the room? It may mean that he has some soul work to do. His soul is the issue. Instead of pursuing the woman and trying to get her alone, away from her husband, he needs to go alone himself, perhaps to a mountain cabin, for three months, write poetry, canoe down a river, and dream. That would save some women a lot of trouble.
Grief is the doorway to a man's feelings.
An elder is someone who understands that the world belongs to the dead.
The deeper question... is not whether ancient religious forms can reform... but whether new forms of nature-related spirituality might emerge.
To me, the hope lies in adults forgetting about their retirement and turning toward the adolescents and helping pull the adolescents over that mysterious line drawn on the ground into adulthood. If we don't do that, the adolescents are going to stay exactly where they are for the next 30 or 40 years.
My feeling is that poetry is also a healing process, and then when a person tries to write poetry with depth or beauty, he will find himself guided along paths which will heal him, and this is more important, actually, than any of the poetry he writes.
We make the path by walking.
As the saying goes, you might as well be yourself; everyone else is taken.
... where a man's wound is, that is where his genius will be.
Vertical attention is not the same as, and doesn't evolve from nor imply, hierarchy. We could say that hierarchy is associated with power, and vertical attention with longing for the Divine Feminine, for the Divine Masculine, for what the Sufis call 'wine.'
Don't go outside your house to see flowers. My friend, don't bother with that excursion. Inside your body there are flowers. One flower has a thousand petals. That will do for a place to sit. Sitting there you will have a glimpse of beauty inside the body and out of it, before gardens and after gardens.
There are a lot of men who are healthier at age fifty then they have ever been before, because a lot of their fear is gone.
Male initiation does not move toward machoism; on the contrary, it moves toward achieving a cultivated heart before we die.
In some Mayan villages they even have a stage beyond the elder that they call the Echo Person. They say that when an Echo Person, whether a man or a woman, speaks, the words echo both in this world and in the other world. That's why they are called Echo People.
I think that poetry is important when you are shipwrecked, when the ordinary structures that hold you up are gone.
Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry.
If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth: Friend, listen: the God whom I love is inside.
I have daughters and I have sons./When one of them lays a hand/On my shoulder, shining fish/Turn suddenly in the deep sea.
There's a quality we could call vertical attention, which is an attention upward toward ancestors, spiritual states, angels, gods. — © Robert Bly
There's a quality we could call vertical attention, which is an attention upward toward ancestors, spiritual states, angels, gods.
Transcendence or detachment, leaving the body, pure love, lack of jealousy-that's the vision we are given in our culture, generally, when we think of the highest thing. . . . Another way to look at it is that the aim of the person is not to be detached, but to be more attached-to be attached to working; to be attached to making chairs or something that helps everyone; to be attached to beauty; to be attached to music.
Every modern male has, lying at the bottom of his psyche, a large, primitive being covered with hair down to his feet. Making contact with this Wild Man is the step the Eighties male or the Nineties male has yet to take. That bucketing-out process has yet to begin in our contemporary culture.
Myth and poetry represent a reservoir of vertical thinking, which we could also call longing and gratitude to ancestors. We need that gratitude desperately.
The best poems take long journeys. I like poetry best that journeys--while remaining in the human scale--to the other world, which may be a place as easily overlooked as a bee's wing
I saw Sophia Loren - the Italian woman with those wonderful cheekbones - in a movie the other day. She must have had 24 face-lifts, and she looks like an alien, as if she weren't from this world at all. Her Italian wrinkles would have been a thousand times more beautiful.
Every part of you that you do not love will regress and become hostile towards you.
The body weeps the tears the eyes never shed.
The inner boy in a messed-up family may keep on being shamed, invaded, disappointed, and paralyzed for years and years. "I am a victim," he says, over and over; and he is. But that very identification with victimhood keeps the soul house open and available for still more invasions. Most American men today do not have enough awakened or living warriors inside to defend their soul houses. And most people, men or women, do not know what genuine outward or inward warriors would look like, or feel like.
I use the phrase 'sibling society' to suggest a culture fundamentally without fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, or ancestors. The thinking is horizontal.
The language you use for your poems should be the language you use with your friends. — © Robert Bly
The language you use for your poems should be the language you use with your friends.
One out of three black men are in the criminal justice system in some form. Their despair is beginning to resonate through the entire culture; that is why suburban children want rap music.
We spend our life until we’re twenty deciding what parts of ourself to put into the bag, and we spend the rest of our lives trying to get them out again.
The older I get, the more beauty I see in the word renunciation.
Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve, I want to tie the two arms together, And walk out of the bank carrying time in bags.
Every breath taken in by the man Who loves, and the woman who loves, Goes to fill the water tank Where the spirit horses drink.
Be careful how quickly you give away your fire.
I have risen to a body not yet born, existing like a light around a body through which the body moves like a sliding moon.
To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.
The door to the soul is unlocked; you do not need to please the doorkeeper, the door in front of you is yours, intended for you, and the doorkeeper obeys when spoken to.
In the sibling society, both the adult and the elder get lost, and no one knows where they are.
I am proud only of those days that pass in undivided tenderness.
There are very few adults in our culture able to imagine any genuine life coming from the vertical plane - tradition, religion, or devotion.
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