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Robert Frost Quotes

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«What is this talked-of mystery of birth But being mounted bareback on the earth?» — Robert Frost
«Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.» — Robert Frost
«To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.» — Robert Frost
«I would not come in. I mean not even if asked, And I hadn't been.» — Robert Frost
«The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.» — Robert Frost
«I am not a teacher, but an awakener.» — Robert Frost
«Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.» — Robert Frost
«Nothing gold can stay» — Robert Frost
«A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.» — Robert Frost
«We love the things we love for what they are.» — Robert Frost
«Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.» — Robert Frost
«These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.» — Robert Frost
«Two roads diverged in a wood, and I...I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.» — Robert Frost
«Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.» — Robert Frost
«The world is filled with willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.» — Robert Frost
«We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure.» — Robert Frost
«A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.» — Robert Frost
«And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.» — Robert Frost
«In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.» — Robert Frost
«Poetry is what gets lost in translation.» — Robert Frost
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