Robert Frost Quotes
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Poetry should be common in experience but uncommon in books.
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Good fences make good neighbors.
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Nearly everybody is looking for something brave to do. I don't know why people shouldn't write poetry. That's brave.
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The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain.
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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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Word I was in my life alone, / Word I had no one left but God.
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The people I want to hear about are the people who take risks.
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I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.
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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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If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.
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One age is like another for the soul.
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Don't be an agnostic. Be something.
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Any work of art must first of all tell a story.
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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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You can't get too much winter in the winter.
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The best way to hate is the worst. 'Tis to find what the hated need, Never mind of what actual worth, And wipe that out of the earth. Let them die of unsatisfied greed....
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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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The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week.
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A man will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body -- the wishbone.
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Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.
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Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.
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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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Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away.
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Tolerance is the uncomfortable feeling that in the end the other could be right.