Robert Frost Quotes

Lovers, forget your love,And list the love of these,She a window flower,And he a winter breeze.

But bid life seize the present? It lives less in the present Than in the future always, And less in both together Than in the past. The present Is too much for the senses, Too crowding, too confusing— Too present to imagine.

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.

The ArmfulFor every parcel I stoop down to seizeI lose some other off my arms and knees,And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,Extremes too hard to comprehend at. onceYet nothing I should care to leave behind.With all I have to hold with hand and mindAnd heart, if need be, I will do my best.To keep their building balanced at my breast.I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;Then sit down in the middle of them all.I had to drop the armful in the roadAnd try to stack them in a better load.

You've got to be brave and you've got to be bold. Brave enough to take your chance on your own discrimination - what's right and what's wrong what's good and what's bad.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

We dance round in a ring and suppose,But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.

They cannot scare me with their empty spacesBetween stars—on stars where no human race is.I have it in me so much nearer homeTo scare myself with my own desert places.

Nobody was ever meant to remember or invent what he did with every cent.

I would not come in.I meant not even if asked,And I hadn't been.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. He's more particular.

Humour is the most engaging cowardice. With it myself I have been able to hold some of my enemy in play far out of gunshot.

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

God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown,But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown.And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live,And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give.Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend,But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end."God's Garden

The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition.

The middle of the road is where the white line is and that's the worst place to drive.

The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat a homesickness or alovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

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

And lonely as it is that lonelinessWill be more lonely ere it will be less--A blanker whiteness of benighted snowWith no expression, nothing to express.They cannot scare me with their empty spacesBetween stars--on stars where no human race is.I have it in me so much nearer homeTo scare myself with my own desert places.

The only way out is through

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.