Robert Frost Quotes
-
A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.
-
A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.
-
If you remember only one thing I've said, remember that an idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor. If you have never made a good metaphor, then you don't know what it's all about.
-
If you're looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts.
-
Poetry should be common in experience but uncommon in books.
-
Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.
-
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.
-
Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.
-
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
-
Freedom is slavery some poets tell us. Enslave yourself to the right leader's truth, Christ's or Karl Marx', and it will set you free.
-
Anything more than the truth would be too much.
-
I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.
-
They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.
-
There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see.
-
There is much in nature against us. But we forget: Take nature altogether since time began, Including human nature, in peace and war, And it must be a little more in favor of man....
-
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.
-
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.
-
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
-
Hell is a half-filled auditorium.
-
Word I was in my life alone, / Word I had no one left but God.
-
Let's get my incantation right: "I wish I may, I wish I might" Give earth another satellite.
-
Sentences are not different enough to hold the attention unless they are dramatic. No ingenuity of varying structure will do. All that can save them is the speaking tone of voice somehow entangled in the words and fastened to the page for the ear of the imagination. That is all that can save poetry from sing-song, all that can save prose from itself.
-
I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place?
-
I have been one acquainted with the night.