Robert Frost Quotes
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Style is less the man than the way a man takes himself.
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I am not a teacher, but an awakener.
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When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
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A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.
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Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of 30.
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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.
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A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
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I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
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It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.
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Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.
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Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.
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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
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Originality and initiative are what I ask for my country.
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Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.
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Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
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We're either nothing or a God's regret.
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A turning point in modern history.
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Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.
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When clever people ask me where I get a poem, I despair.
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Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.
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For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.
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Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.
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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.
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Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live.