Robert Frost Quotes

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Robert Frost
“We ran as if to meet the moon.”
Robert Frost

Robert Frost
“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.”
Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

Rachel Carson
“We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road — the one less traveled by — offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth.”
Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

Shannon L. Alder
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, but I chose neither one. Instead, I set sail in my little boat to watch a sunset from a different view that couldn't be seen from shore. Then I climbed the tallest mountain peak to watch the amber sun through the clouds. Finally, I traveled to the darkest part of the valley to see the last glimmering rays of light through the misty fog. It was every perspective I experienced on my journey that left the leaves trodden black, and that has made all the difference.”
Shannon L. Alder

Robert Frost
“Two such as you with such a master speed
Cannot be parted nor be swept away
From one another once you are agreed
That life is only life forevermore
Together wing to wing and oar to oar”
Robert Frost

James Lee Burke
“writing is like being in love. You never get better at it or learn more about it. The day you think you do is the day you lose it. Robert Frost called his work a lover's quarrel with the world. It's ongoing. It has neither a beginning nor an end. You don't have to worry about learning things. The fire of one's art burns all the impurities from the vessel that contains it.”
James Lee Burke

Debbie Millman
“The grand scheme of a life, maybe (just maybe), is not about knowing or not knowing, choosing or not choosing. Perhaps what is truly known can’t be described or articulated by creativity or logic, science or art — but perhaps it can be described by the most authentic and meaningful combination of the two: poetry: As Robert Frost wrote, a poem 'begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.'

I recommend the following course of action for those who are just beginning their careers or for those like me, who may be reconfiguring midway through: heed the words of Robert Frost. Start with a big, fat lump in your throat, start with a profound sense of wrong, a deep homesickness, or a crazy lovesickness, and run with it.”
Debbie Millman, Look Both Ways: Illustrated Essays on the Intersection of Life and Design

Robert Frost
“Nor is there wanting in the press
Some spirit to stand simply forth,
Heroic in it nakedness,
Against the uttermost of earth.
The tale of earth's unhonored things
Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun;
And the mind whirls and the heart sings,
And a shout greets the daring one.”
Robert Frost

Natalie S. Bober
“Papa thought that any book worth reading twice was worth owning. So instead of buying desserts, we bought books.”
Natalie S. Bober, Papa Is a Poet: A Story About Robert Frost

Shannon L. Alder
“Every journey taken always includes the path not taken, the detour through hell, the crossroads of indecision and the long way home.”
Shannon L. Alder

Robert Frost
“...So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost

Robert Frost
“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader.”
Robert Frost

John F. Kennedy
“When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstones of our judgement. The artists, however faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes the last champion of the individual mind and sensibility against an intrusive society and an officious state. The great artist is thus a solitary figure. He has, as Frost said, "a lover's quarrel with the world." In pursuing his perceptions of reality he must often sail against the currents of his time. This is not a popular role.”
John F. Kennedy

Robert Frost
“I'm drunk-nonsensical tired out.”
Robert Frost, Mountain Interval

Robert Frost
“Някои казват, че светът ще свърши в искри,
в лед други твърдят.
От каквото съм познак с желание да гори
подкрепям онзи, който огън твърди.
Два пъти ако ще мре светът,
мисля, видял съм достатъчно омраза
и да свърши в лед, аз твърдя
е отговор блазнещ-
достатъчен при това.”
Robert Frost

Robert Frost
“They are that that talks of going
But never gets away.”
Robert Frost, Mountain Interval

Robert Frost
“Two 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;”
Robert Frost

Robert Frost
“Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.”
Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged

Robert Frost
“My woods...the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.”
Robert Frost, Mountain Interval

Robert Frost
“No orchard's the worse for the wintriest storm;
But one thing about it, it mustn't get warm.
"How often already you've had to be told,
Keep cold, young orchard. Good-bye and keep cold.
Dread fifty above more than fifty below."
I have to be gone for a season or so.”
Robert Frost

Robert Frost
“-What is this?
-This life?
Our sitting here by lanternlight together
Amid the wreckage of a former home?
You won't deny the lantern isn't new.
The stove is not, and you are not to me,
Nor I to you.”
Robert Frost, Mountain Interval

Robert Frost
“-No, this is no begining.
-Then an end?
-End is a gloomy word.”
Robert Frost, Mountain Interval

Robert Frost
“I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.”
Robert Frost, Mountain Interval

Robert Frost
“Sudden and swift and light as that
The ties gave,
And he learned of finalities
Besides the grave.”
Robert Frost, Mountain Interval

Robert Frost
“Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about
Wall within wall to shut fear out.
But Thought has need of no such things,
For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.

On snow and sand and turf, I see
Where Love has left a printed trace
With straining in the world's embrace.
And such is Love and glad to be.
But Thought has shaken his ankles free.

Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom
And sits in Sirius' disc all night,
Till day makes him retrace his flight,
With smell of burning on every plume,
Back past the sun to an earthly room.

His gains in heaven are what they are.
Yet some say Love by being thrall
And simply staying possesses all
In several beauty that Thought fares far
To find fused in another star.”
Robert Frost, Mountain Interval

Ralph Keyes
“When members of the London Poetry Society asked Browning to interpret a particularly difficult passage of Sordello, he read it twice, frowned, then admitted, "When I wrote that, God and I knew what I meant, but now God alone knows."

Rather than risk sounding dense, readers, colleagues, and critics who can't figure out what a writer is trying to say but think it sounds intelligent will typically resort to calling such work "daring," "provocative," or "complex." An unholy alliance of writers and readers is at work here.”
Ralph Keyes, The Courage to Write: How Writers Transcend Fear

Donald Hall
“In 2013 there were 7,427 poetry readings in April, many on a Thursday. For anyone born in 1928 who pays attention to poetry, the numerousness is astonishing. In April 1948, there were 15 readings in the United States, 12 by Robert Frost. So I claim. The figures are imaginary, but you get the point.”
Donald Hall, Essays After Eighty

Blake Crouch
“Before I built a wall I’d ask to know what I was walling in, or walling out.”
Blake Crouch, Wayward