Quotes from Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. The Road Not Taken

I have a mind myself and recognize Mind when I meet with it in any guise.

From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.

The promising young poets, the hopefuls? I'd name Richard Wilbur, Peter Viereck, Karl Shapiro, Elizabeth Bishop, Robert Lowell, John Ciardi...Leonard Bacon...but it is still too early to assertions. They're all 'in the field.' It remains to be seen how many will cross the finish line.

Something was withheld . . . We found it was ourselves.

but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.

Who would you be, I wonder, by those marks If I had moths to friend as I have flowers?

I Boschi sono amabili ombrosi e profondi. Ma ho promesse da mantenere, e miglia da percorrere prima di riposare, e miglia da percorrere prima di riposare.

He never got up high enough to see. That's why I don't advise your trying this side. He tried this side. I've always meant to go And look myself, but you know how it is: It doesn't seem so much to climb a mountain You've worked around the foot of all your life.

Though we choose greatly, still to lack The lasting memory at all clear, That life has for us on the wrack Nothing but what we somehow chose; Thus are we wholly stripped of pride In the pain that has but one close, Bearing it crushed and mystified.

All thought is a feat of association.

I won't have it, in poetry, that bulk counts. People say to me, 'Now settle down and do a long work, since you have shown the public that you can produce beautiful short poetry.' And their implication tells me that making two verses or a short poem does not satisfy their concept of what an accomplished poet should be able to do. Bulk they want, as evidence of a man's power.

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

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...

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

Nothing gold can stay.

But all We did that day was mingle great and small Footprints in summer dust as if we drew The figure of our being less than two But more than one as yet.

There are two kinds of teachers—the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies." (I hope I am remembered as a prodder.)

Posso resumir em três palavras o que aprendi sobre a vida: a vida continua.

We go to school to learn what books to read for the rest of our lives.

For, dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true. Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt It will turn true again, for so it goes. Most of the change we think we see in life Is due to truths being in and out of favor. As I sit here, and oftentimes, I wish I could be monarch of a desert land I could devote and dedicate forever To the truths we keep coming back and back to.

A saturated meadow, Sun-shaped and jewel-small

Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

Friends make pretense of following to the grave, But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand.