Robert Frost Quotes (285 Quotes)

The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length

For I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep

What but design of darkness to appall?- If design govern in a thing so small.

Someone had better be prepared for rage.

Die early and avoid the fate.

Before I built a wall Id ask to know What I was walling in or walling out.

Oh, never this whelming east wind swells
But it seems like the sea's return
To the ancient lands where it left the shells
Before the age of the fern;
And it seems like the time when after doubt
Our love came back amain.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

The world was black invisible field.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.

I've got some news that maybe isn't news.

God once spoke to people by name.

Her light won't last us long.

Keep cold, young orchard. Goodbye and keep cold. Dread fifty above more than fifty below.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; it's egotism.

I would as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

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.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.

My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'

Well, at least
I didn't use it out of love of him,
The dear knows.

The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

The best way out is always through.

I never take my own side in a quarrel.

Friends make pretence of following to the grave; But before one is in it, their minds are turned; And making the best of their way back to life; And living people and things they understand.

What is required is sight and insight then you might add one more -- excite.

I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn.

All crying, We will go with you, O Wind!

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

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces; Between stars -- on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home; To scare myself with my own desert places.

Education is hanging around until you've caught on.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Nothing is hidden from some people, Anne.

That day a woman couldn't coax him off.

Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.

I met a Californian who would; Talk California --a state so blessed; He said, in climate, none had ever died there; A natural death, and Vigilance Committees; Had had to organize to stock the graveyards; And vindicate the state's humanity.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.

Freedom lies in being bold.

But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
By harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.

The Hyla breed That shouted in the mist a month ago, Like ghost of sleighbells in a ghost of snow.

Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.

Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.

The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

Son, you do as you're told!

Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.

In three words, I can sum up everything I know about life it goes on.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.