Robert Frost Quotes: 43

• In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

• Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

• A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone.

• We love the things we love for what they are.

• I always entertain great hopes.

• These woods are lovely, dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.

  Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

• Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself.

• No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

• Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desire,I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twiceI think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.

• A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

• Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.

• If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.

• Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

• Humor is the most engaging cowardice.

• Freedom lies in being bold.

• The best way out is always through.

• Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

• Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

• Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.

• I am not a teacher, but an awakener.

• Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

• Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.

• The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged--though not dead.I know how the flowers felt.

• Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.

• There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

• To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.

• Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

• The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition.

• We dance round in a ring and suppose,But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

• I'd like to get away from earth awhileAnd then come back to it and begin over.May no fate wilfully misunderstand meAnd half grant what I wish and snatch me awayNot to return. Earth's the right place for love:I don't know where it's likely to go better.

  Birches

• We ran as if to meet the moon.

• The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued.

• And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

• A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

• A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

• Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

• Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

• I would not come in.I meant not even if asked,And I hadn't been.

  The Poetry of Robert Frost

• God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown,But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown.And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live,And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give.Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend,But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end."God's Garden

• For dear me, why abandon a beliefMerely because it ceases to be true

• Fireflies in the GardenBy Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

  The Poetry of Robert Frost

• But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to uniteMy avocation and my vocationAs my two eyes make one in sight.

• Nor is there wanting in the pressSome spirit to stand simply forth,Heroic in it nakedness,Against the uttermost of earth.The tale of earth's unhonored thingsSounds nobler there than 'neath the sun;And the mind whirls and the heart sings,And a shout greets the daring one.