Explore Quotes by Robert Frost

I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.

The jury consist of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.

I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

I had a lovers quarrel with the world.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Our very life depends on everything's Recurring till we answer from within.

You're always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

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

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

Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

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

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

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

Life must be kept up at a great rate in order to absorb any considerable amount of learning.

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

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