Quotes from Robert Frost

So dawn goes to day Nothing gold can stay

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.' 'I should have called it Something you somehow haven't to deserve.

I'll sit and see if that small sailing cloud Will hit or miss the moon.' It hit the moon. Then there were three there, making a dim row, The moon, the little silver cloud, and she.

The little fellow's afraid of the falling snow. He never saw it before. It isn't play   10 With the little fellow at all. He's running away. He wouldn't believe when his mother told him, 'Sakes, It's only weather.' He thought she didn't know!

But the thing of it is, I need to be kept. There's work enough to do—there's always that; But behind's behind. The worst that you can do Is set me back a little more behind. I shan't catch up in this world, anyway.

Yes, when it's not our death." "You make that sound as if it wasn't so With everything. What we live by we die by.

No, from the time when one is sick to death, One is alone, and he dies more alone. 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.

Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day, I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther—and we shall see.' The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot went through. The view was all in lines Straight up and down of tall slim trees

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.

Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all, Behind low boughs the trees let down outside; And the sweet pang it cost me not to call And tell you that I saw does still abide. But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof, For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.

The gathering of the souls for birth, The trial by existence named. The obscuration upon earth.

the essence of life here, 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.

Good fences makes good neighbours

And poems are all that matter. The utmost of ambition is to lodge a few poems where they will be hard to get rid of. –

Magic is Wisdom in Transit, for there's no black or white Magic. Its just Wisdom in Transit.

You can't get too much winter in the winter.

I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.

This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark Reminds me of all that can happen...

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept and accept the end Of a love or a season?

The only way out is through.

How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you

the most beautiful campus that ever there was.

Nature's first green is gold. Nothing gold can stay.

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