Quotes by Robert Frost

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

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

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

And were an epitaph to be my story Id have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lovers quarrel with the world.

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

I am not a teacher, but an awakener.

Dont ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you cant move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

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

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

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.Gods Garden

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

Nor is there wanting in the pressSome spirit to stand simply forth,Heroic in it nakedness,Against the uttermost of earth.The tale of earths unhonored thingsSounds nobler there than neath the sun;And the mind whirls and the heart sings,And a shout greets the daring one.

The Road Not TakenTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what Ive tasted of desire,I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twiceI think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

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

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.

We ran as if to meet the moon.