Robert Frost Quotes
GATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop?
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Re-examining our reasoning is not something that has come naturally to American statesmen.
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I've always thought that I'm sexy in my own right, but not in a way that people thought was bankable.
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I have to remember that winning an Oscar is an almost unbelievable goal and that it is an honour just to be nominated.
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I'm a decent tennis player. Good backhand.
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When you're under stress as a human being, you behave oddly and your relationships with people become strained.
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Medicine, you see, is my first love; whether I write fiction or nonfiction, and even when it has nothing to do with medicine, it's still about medicine. After all, what is medicine but life plus? So I write about life.
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Great leaders have a heart for people. They take time for people. They view people as the bottom line, not as a tool to get to the bottom line.
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I haven't actually studied acting at all.
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My biggest crisis is that I don't understand what young people like.
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No one can make the most of himself until he looks upon his life as a magnificent possibility, the materials for a great masterpiece, to mar or spoil which would be a great tragedy.
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There are people who go clad in tunics and have nothing to do with furs, who nevertheless are lacking in humility. Surely humility in furs is better than pride in tunics.
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I am not the only intense or intellectual cricketer. I played with other cricketers who could be pretty intense and intellectual.
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Like the old Italian saying goes, 'It ain't rocket surgery.'
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I hardly ever write when I'm just feeling great.
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I married beneath me, all women do.
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No citizen is a second class citizen in the city of Chicago. If my children are treated one way, every child is treated the same way.
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Also, I have found that I really like to work in English. It's very strange because it's exactly the opposite of what I thought it would be like.
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The fact is that surveys which media people openly admit to show that fewer than twelve percent of their customers believe they're doing a good job, while the average profit margin in television is in the neighborhood of eighty percent.
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The establishment of the world community will surely exact a price – and who can tell what that price may be? – in toil, suffering and blood.
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I come before you to declare that my sex are entitled to the inalienable right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
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I wanted to know if the 'Iliad' in the original was as relevant and contemporary as it was in translation. I then started Latin. I had finally found something I enjoyed and was good at: dead languages!
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Dropt tears have hastened your decay, And brought you one step nigher death; And you have heard, unthrilled, unmoved, The music of Love's golden breath, And seen the light in eyes that loved. You think you hold the core and kernel, Of all the world beneath your crust, Old dial? But when you lie in dust, This vine will bloom, strong, green, and proved. Love is eternal.
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GATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop?
