Robert Frost Quotes
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As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.
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But what would interest you about the brook, It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.
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It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound-that he will never get over it.
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So dawn goes down to day/ Nothing gold can stay.
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End is a gloomy word.
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The sidelong glance is what you depend on.
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The sister's face Fell all in wrinkles of responsibility. She wanted to do right. She'd have to think.
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Summary riposte To the dreary wail There's no knowing what Love is all about. Poets know a lot.
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The artist in me cries out for design.
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A poet must never make a statement simply because it sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true." - W. H. Auden "A poem...begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness...It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
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I hope to leave behind a few poems it will be hard to get rid of.
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Yes, of course [this age] is materialistic, but the only way to counteract it is to create spiritual things. Don't worry yourself about the materialism too much. Create and stir other people to create!
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Freedom is when you are easy in the harness.
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I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.
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Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.
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The land was ours before we were the land s. She was our land more than a hundred years before we were her people.
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The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose But were always a rose.
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Nor is there wanting in the press Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in it nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth. The tale of earth's unhonored things Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun; And the mind whirls and the heart sings, And a shout greets the daring one.
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I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.
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The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.
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We love the things we love for what they are.
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Ends and beginningsthere are no such things. There are only middles.
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I never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conservative when old.
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It's God - I recognised him from Blake's picture.