Robert Frost Quotes

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”

“We love the things we love for what they are.”

“In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on.”

“The 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.”

“But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.”

“The city had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country;”

“He says the best way out is always through. And I agree to that, or in so far As that I can see no way out but through— Leastways for me — and then they’ll be convinced.”

“How countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!”

“Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak . . . ”

“The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.”

“When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.”

“I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.”

“It was no dream of the gift of idle hours, Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf . . . ”

“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 the end Of a love or a season?”

“A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had! Worth three cents more to give away than sell, As may be shown by a simple calculation. Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter. I can’t help wishing I could send you one, In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.”

“My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make.”

“Before man came to blow it right The wind once blew itself untaught, And did its loudest day and night In any rough place where it caught.”

“Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.”

“Whose woods these are I think I know His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.”

“I have been one acquainted with the night.”

“Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.”

“Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold.”

“So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.”

“Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color.”

“Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who’s to say where The harvest shall stop?”