Quotes from Robert Frost

We love the things we love for what they are

You went to meet the shell's embrace of fire On Vimy Ridge; and when you fell that day The war seemed over more for you than me, But now for me than you—the other way.

Grievances are a form of impatience. Griefs are a form of patience.

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.

Our sacrifice—the best we have to offer, And not our worst nor second best, our best, Our very best, our lives laid down like Jonah's Our lives laid down in war and peace—may not Be found acceptable in Heaven's sight. And that they may be is the only prayer Worth praying. 'May my sacrifice Be found acceptable in Heaven's sight.

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.

No memory of having starred Atones for later disregard Or keeps the end from being hard. Better to go down dignified With boughten friendship at your side Than none at all. Provide, provide!

Far as we aim our signs to reach, Far as we often make them reach, Across the soul-from-soul abyss, There is an aeon-limit set Beyond which they are doomed to miss. Two souls may be too widely met. That sad-with-distance river beach With mortal longing may beseech; It cannot speak as far as this.

Happiness makes up and height for what it lacks in length

Lenea este mama tuturor viciilor, dar fiind o mam? ea trebuie respectat?

There I elected to demur Beneath a low-slung juniper That like a blanket to my chin Kept some dew out and some heat in, Yet left me freely face to face All night with universal space.

The play seems out for an almost infinite run. Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting. The only thing I worry about is the sun. Well be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting.

The star itself-Heaven's greatest star, Not a meteorite, but an avatar— Who had made an overnight descent To show by deeds he didn't resent My having depended on him so long, And yet done nothing about it in song. A symbol was all he could hope to convey, An intimation, a shot of ray, A meaning I was supposed to seek, And finding, wasn't disposed to speak.

I'm glad of any political freedom they give me, but what I'm interested in is not political freedom. I'm interested in the liberties I take.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew— Only more sure of all I thought was true.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference, from The Road Not Taken, published in 1916.

I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue 15 Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.

This country is a very broad pan to be only human-nature deep.

Nature's first green is gold

In three words I can sum up everything I've

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on

No wonder poets sometimes have to seem So much more businesslike than businessmen. Their wares are so much harder to get rid of.

Such is the uncaged progress of the bear. The world has room to make a bear feel free; The universe seems cramped to you and me. Man acts more like the poor bear in a cage, That all day fights a nervous inward rage, His mood rejecting all his mind suggests. He paces back and forth and never rests The toenail click and shuffle of his feet, The telescope at one end of his beat, And at the other end the microscope, Two instruments of nearly equal hope, And in conjunction giving quite a spread.

I make a virtue of my suffering From nearly everything that goes on round me. In other words, I know wherever I am, Being the creature of literature I am, I shall not lack for pain to keep me awake.