Robert Frost Quotes
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Word I was in my life alone, / Word I had no one left but God.
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It comes down to a doubt about the wisdom Of having children after having had them, So there is nothing we can do about it But warn the children they perhaps should have none.
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Freedom lies in being bold.
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I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.
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Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.
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As for his evil tidings, Belshazzar's overthrow, Why hurry to tell Belshazzar What soon enough he would know?
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Skepticism,'' is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, ''Well, what have we here?'
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Yet some say Love by being thrall And simply staying possesses all In several beauty that Thought fares far To find fused in another star.
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Hope is not found in a way out but a way through.
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The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep....
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My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight.
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The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week.
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But not gold in commercial quantities, Just enough gold to make the engagement rings And marriage rings of those who owned the farm. What gold more innocent could one have asked for?
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But this we know, the obstacle that checked And tripped the body, shot the spirit on Further than target ever showed or shone.
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Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
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The style is the man. Rather say the style is the way the man takes himself; and to be at all charming or even bearable, the way is almost rigidly prescribed. If it is with outer seriousness, it must be with inner humor. If it is with outer humor, it must be with inner seriousness. No other way will do.
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What we live by we die by.
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One age is like another for the soul.
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Tolerance is the uncomfortable feeling that in the end the other could be right.
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Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.
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My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
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God turned to speak to me (Don't anybody laugh); God found I wasn't there At least not over half.
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Any work of art must first of all tell a story.
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He knew a path that wanted walking; He knew a spring that wanted drinking; A thought that wanted further thinking.