Robert Frost Quotes

I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some say when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on, I shall have less to say, But I shall be none.

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

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.

A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.

What is required is sight and insight- then you might add one more: excite.

The sidelong glance is what you depend on.

Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.

I always entertain great hopes.

Out alone in the winter rain, / Intent on giving and taking pain.

"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.

You have freedom when you're easy in your harness.

But I may be one who does not careEver to have tree bloom or bear.

The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

I'm always saying something that's just the edge of something more.

My definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that have become deeds.

He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.

The problem for the King is just how strictThe lack of liberty, the squeeze of the lawAnd discipline should be in school and state.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

The trees that have it in their pent-up budsTo darken nature and be summer woods.

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?

My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight.

The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.

loosely boundBy countless silken ties of love and thoughtTo everything on earth the compass round

The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.

Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of 30.

What you want, what you're hanging around in the world waiting for, is for something to occur to you.

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been - alone, As all must be, I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart.

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.

Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.

The artist in me cries out for design.

For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.

The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may hold it a long time, or a short time, but it is then that he must strike it or never. School and college have been conducted with the almost express purpose of keeping him busy with something else till the danger of his ever creating anything is past.

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.

In A Glass of Cider It seemed I was a mite of sediment That waited for the bottom to ferment So I could catch a bubble in ascent. I rode up on one till the bubble burst, And when that left me to sink back reversed I was no worse off than I was at first. I'd catch another bubble if I waited. The thing was to get now and then elated.

It comes down to a doubt about the wisdomOf having children after having had them,So there is nothing we can do about itBut warn the children they perhaps should have none.

It is only a moment here and a moment there that the greatest writer has. Some cognizance of the fact must be taken in your teaching.

I never feel more at home than at a ballgame.

Of course there is matter for remark in poems. Nobody denies that. But it must be solemnly laid on everybody in this world to make his own observations and remarks. That's what we mean by thinking, and that's about all we mean. A teacher says to a pupil "Watch me notice a few things in the next few months: let's see you notice a few things too."

The tree the tempest with a crash of woodThrows down in front of us is not to barOur passage to our journey's end for good,But just to ask us who we think we are.

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

I have remained resentful to this dayWhen any but myself presumed to sayThat there was anything I couldn't be.

Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on.

How many times it thundered before Franklin took the hint! How many apples fell on Newton's head before he took the hint! Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.

But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.

Nothing gold can stay.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work.

I still say the only education worth anything is self-education.

Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.

The Master Speed No speed of wind or water rushing by but you have speed far greater. You can climb back up a stream of radiance to the sky, and back through history up the stream of time. And you were given this swiftness, not for haste nor chiefly that you may go where you will, but in the rush of everything to waste, that you may have the power of standing still-- off any still or moving thing you say. Two such as you with such a master speed From one another once you are agreed that life is only life forevermore together wing to wing and oar to oar.

The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

Our life runs down in sending up the clock.The brook runs down in sending up our life.The sun runs down in sending up the brook.And there is something sending up the sun.

Any work of art must first of all tell a story.

I was under twenty when I deliberately put it to myself one night after good conversation that there are moments when we actually touch in talk what the best writing can only come near. The curse of our book language is not so much that it keeps forever to the same set phrases . . . but that it sounds forever with the same reading tones. We must go out into the vernacular for tones that haven't been brought to book.