Quotes by Robert Frost
Poetry is what gets lost in translation. Poetry
A poem begins with a lump in the throat, a home-sickness or a love-sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where the emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
I never dared to be radical when young For fear it would make me conservative when old.
I'm against a homogenized society, because I want the cream to rise.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. Love
I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down.
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.
Love is an irresistable desire to be irresistably desired.
I met a Californian who would/ Talk California --a state so blessed/ He said, in climate, none had ever died there/ A natural death, and Vigilance Committees/ Had had to organize to stock the graveyards/ And vindicate the state's humanity.
Never ask of money spent Where the spender thinks it went. Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What he did with every cent.
Live simply, so that all may simply live.
The land was ours before we were the land s. She was our land more than a hundred years before we were her people.
There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see.
The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up and does not stop until you get into the office.
Man that is of woman born is apt to be as vain has his mother.
"... It is not the stones, But the child's mound ..." "Don't, don't, don't, don't," she cried.
"... You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw Caterwaul to the hills around the village...
"... he's helpless In ways that I can hardly tell you of....
Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat. Poetry
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleepAnd miles to go before I sleep.
By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day. Business
