Robert Frost Quotes

The truth is the river flows into the canyon Of Ceasing-to-Question-What-Doesn't-Concern-Us, As sooner or later we have to cease somewhere.

But what would interest you about the brook, It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

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

For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.

I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.

Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes

Yes, and even for the past...that it will turn out to have been all right for what it was. Something I can accept. Mistakes made by the self I had to be or was not able to be.

Bounds should be set To ingenuity for being so cruel In bringing change unheralded on the unready.

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

They cannot scare me with their empty spacesBetween stars—on stars where no human race is.I have it in me so much nearer homeTo scare myself with my own desert places.

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

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.

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.

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

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

They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

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.

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.

A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.

Two such as you with such a master speedCannot be parted nor be swept awayFrom one another once you are agreedThat life is only life forevermoreTogether wing to wing and oar to oar

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.

All thought is a feat of association.

Men work together, ' I told him from the heart, 'Whether they work together or apart.

Nobody was ever meant to remember or invent what he did with every cent.

Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.

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

The only way out is through

He moves in darkness as it seems to meNot of woods only and the shade of trees.

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

More than once I should have lost my soul to radicalism if it had been the originality it was mistaken for by its young converts.

So was I once myself a swinger of birches.And so I dream of going back to be.

It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage...

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

I hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hateTo know that for destruction iceIs also great

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

Originality and initiative are what I ask for my country.

Papa thought that any book worth reading twice was worth owning. So instead of buying desserts, we bought books.

Always fall in with what you're asked to accept.... My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.

Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his sons the hardships that made him rich.

I never dared be radical when young For fear it would make me conservative when old.

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

The middle of the road is where the white line is and that's the worst place to drive.

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.

Belief is better than anything else and it is best when rapt - above paying its respects to anybody's doubt whatsoever.

I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

There may be little or much beyond the grave But the strong are saying nothing until they see.

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