Robert Frost Quotes (285 Quotes)


    Something there is that doesnt love a wall.



    Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear And once that seemed too much I lived on air.



    You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.

    So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay.

    You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

    The old dog barks backward without getting up. I can remember when he was a pup.

    That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.

    If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.

    The land was ours before we were the land's.

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

    I am glad the invitation pleases your family. It will please my family to the fourth generation and my family of friends and, were they living, it would have pleased inordinately the kind of Grover Cleveland Democrats I had for parents.


    If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

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

    The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.


    A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.

    Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

    Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

    But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

    Man that is of woman born is apt to be as vain has his mother.

    Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.... Read it a hundred times it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.

    There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man --fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.

    Thinking isn't agreeing or disagreeing. That's voting.


    I was under twenty when I deliberately put it to myself one night after good conversation that there are moments when we actually touch in talk what the best writing can only come near. The curse of our book language is not so much that it keeps forever to the same set phrases ... but that it sounds forever with the same reading tones. We must go out into the vernacular for tones that haven't been brought to book.

    The rose is a rose, And was always a rose, But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose, The dear only knows What will next prove a rose, You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose.

    Time and tide wait for no man, but always stand still for a woman of thirty

    She had to lie and hear love things made dreadful
    By his shouts in the night.



    One aged man - one man - can't fill a house.


    A champion of the working man has never yet been known to die of overwork.

    But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For Heaven and the future's sakes.

    My object in living is to uniteMy avocation and my vocationAs my two eyes make one in sight

    Have I not walked without an upward look Of caution under stars that very well Might not have missed me when they shot and fell It was a risk I had to takeand took.



    There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see.

    If you don't know how great this country is, I know someone who does; Russia.

    I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

    All thought is a feat of association having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew.



    And nothing to look backward to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope.

    The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.


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