Robert Frost Quotes
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Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air.
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What an exciting age it is we live in With all this talk about the hope of youth And nothing made of youth.
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Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
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He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.
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He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors.
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Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.
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The first thing I do in any town I come to is ask if it has a bookstore.
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I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
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I could give all to Time except--except What I myself have held.
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"If it were a dog, it would have bitten you already." Actual Twents: "At e ne hond was, dan e oew allange ebettene." Meaning: Said to someone who is looking for something which is right under his nose. Source: Twents Woordenbook. Twents in Woord en Gebruik.
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I am glad the invitation pleases your family. It will please my family to the fourth generation and my family of friends and, were they living, it would have pleased inordinately the kind of Grover Cleveland Democrats I had for parents.
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Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows.
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The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.
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Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation.
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The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them.
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You have freedom when you're easy in your harness.
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The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.
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Why make so much of fragmentary blue. In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
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I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day....
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To Time it never seems that he is brave To set himself against the peaks of snow To lay them level with the running wave, Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low, But only grave, contemplative and grave.
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There are three things, after all, that a poem must reach: the eye, the ear, and what we may call the heart or the mind. It is the most important of all to reach the heart of the reader.
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No wonder poets sometimes have to seem. So much more business-like than business men./ Their wares are so much harder to get rid of.
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The truly educated can listen to any view without losing their temper or self-confidence.
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Writing a poem is discovering.