Robert Frost Quotes (285 Quotes)

Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.

There's nothing I'm afraid of like scared people.

I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some say when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on, I shall have less to say, But I shall be none.

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

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

They say some time was wasted on the belt--
Old streak of leather--doesn't love me much
Because I make him spit fire at my knuckles,
The way Ben Franklin used to make the kite-string.

Do you know, Considering the market, there are more Poems produced than any other thing No wonder poets sometimes have to seem So much more businesslike than businessmen. Their wares are so much harder to get rid of.

All the fun's in how you say a thing.

It should be of the pleasure of a poem itself to tell how it can. The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same for love.

Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.

I don't like to see things on purpose. I like them to soak in. A friend ... asked me to go to the top of the Empire State Building once, and I told him that he shouldn't treat New York as a sightit's feeling, an emotional experience. And the same with every place else.

Grief may have thought it was grief.

I had a lovers quarrel with the world.

Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on.

He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.

Don't be an agnostic--be something.

People are inexterminable -- like flies and bedbugs. There will always be some that survive in cracks and crevices -- that's us.

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

Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.

This is a very, very lonely place.

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

The life is not yet all gone out of it.

Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

And still the bird revisited her young.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.

There are tones of voice that mean more than words.

All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.

The people I want to hear about are the people who take risks.

Something we were withholding made us weak Until we found that it was ourselves.

Happiness makes up in height what it lacks in length.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.

I am assured at any rate Man's practically inexterminate. Someday I must go into that. There's always been an Ararat Where someone someone else begat To start the world all over at.

Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of 30.

Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary then your grammar and your punctuation... Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that.

But something has to be left to God.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor.

You can't get too much winter in the winter.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth; But being mounted bareback on the earth.

A successful lawsuit is the one worn by a policeman.

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

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

I'll not be put to bed by you, my man.

It is only a moment here and a moment there that the greatest writer has.