Explore Quotes by Robert Frost

The rose is a rose, And was always a rose._x000D__x000D_But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose.

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree_x000D__x000D_Toward heaven still,_x000D__x000D_And there's a barrel that I didn't fill_x000D__x000D_Beside it, and there may be two or three_x000D__x000D_Apples I didn't pick upon some bough._x000D__x000D_But I am done with apple-picking now._x000D__x000D_Essence of winter sleep is on the night,_x000D__x000D_The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.

If the day ever comes when they know who They are, they may know better where they are.

(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,_x000D__x000D_Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)_x000D__x000D_And go along with you ere you lose sight_x000D__x000D_Of what you came for and become like me,_x000D__x000D__x000D_Slave to a springtime passion for the earth._x000D__x000D_How love burns through the Putting in the Seed_x000D__x000D_On through the watching for that early birth_x000D__x000D_When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,_x000D__x000D__x000D_The sturdy seedling with arched body comes_x000D__x000D_Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;_x000D__x000D_And give us not to think so far away_x000D__x000D_As the uncertain harvest; keep us here_x000D__x000D_All simply in the springing of the year._x000D__x000D__x000D_Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,_x000D__x000D_Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;_x000D__x000D_And make us happy in the happy bees,_x000D__x000D_The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

Nothing flatters me more than to have it assumed that I could write prose, unless it be to have it assumed that I once pitched a baseball with distinction.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down.

Men work together, whether they work together or apart.

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

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

At bottom the world isn't a joke. We only joke about it to avoid an issue with someone, to let someone know that we know he's there with his questions; to disarm him by seeming to have heard and done justice to his side of the standing argument.

I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.

Our life runs down in sending up the clock._x000D__x000D_The brook runs down in sending up our life._x000D__x000D_The sun runs down in sending up the brook._x000D__x000D_And there is something sending up the sun.

An idea is a feat of association.

If one by one we counted people out

I'm not a teacher, but an awakener.

Courage is of the heart by derivation,_x000D__x000D_And great it is. But fear is of the soul.

Courage is in the air in bracing whiffs_x000D__x000D_Better than all the stalemate an's and ifs.

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