Robert Frost Quotes
By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
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.
Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for
Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.
Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
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.
I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.
Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.
The Vermont mountains stretch extended straight; New Hampshire mountains curl up in a coil.
The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.
You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father s. He's more particular. The father is always a Republican towards his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.
A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.
You're searching... For things that don't exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings - there are no such things. There are only middles.
O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst.
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.
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
