Explore Quotes by Robert Frost

It should be of the pleasure of a poem itself to tell how it can. The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same for love.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.

The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.

I don't like to see things on purpose. I like them to soak in. A friend . . . asked me to go to the top of the Empire State Building once, and I told him that he shouldn't treat New York as a sight-it's feeling, an emotional experience. And the same with every place else.

The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

O hushed October morning mild, _x000D__x000D_Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; _x000D__x000D_Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,_x000D__x000D_Should waste them all. _x000D__x000D_The crows above the forest call; _x000D__x000D_Tomorrow they may form and go. _x000D__x000D_O hushed October morning mild, _x000D__x000D_Begin the hours of this day slow. _x000D__x000D_Make the day seem to us less brief. _x000D__x000D_Hearts not averse to being beguiled, _x000D__x000D_Beguile us in the way you know. _x000D__x000D_Release one leaf at break of day; _x000D__x000D_At noon release another leaf; _x000D__x000D_One from our trees, one far away.

Whose woods these are I think I know._x000D__x000D_His house is in the village though;_x000D__x000D_He will not see me stopping here_x000D__x000D_To watch his woods fill up with snow.

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.

One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.

I wonder about the trees._x000D__x000D_Why do we wish to bear_x000D__x000D_Forever the noise of these_x000D__x000D_More than another noise_x000D__x000D_So close to our dwelling place?

Don't be agnostic - be something.

Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.

Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

Meditate nothing. Learn to contemplate._x000D__x000D_Contemplate glory. There will be a light._x000D__x000D_Contemplate Truth until it burns your eyes out.

To Time it never seems that he is brave_x000D__x000D_To set himself against the peaks of snow_x000D__x000D_To lay them level with the running wave,_x000D__x000D_Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low,_x000D__x000D_But only grave, contemplative and grave.

Nature's first green is gold.

And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.

The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.

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.