Robert Frost

"A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."

"A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain."

"Poetry is what gets lost in translation."

"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."

"For dear me, why abandon a beliefMerely because it ceases to be true"

"The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged--though not dead.I know how the flowers felt."

"A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."

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

"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 twiceI think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice."

"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."

"For dear me, why abandon a beliefMerely because it ceases to be true"

"We love the things we love for what they are."

"We dance round in a ring and suppose,But the Secret sits in the middle and knows."

"Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."

"Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat."

"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself."

"I am not a teacher, but an awakener."

"Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up."

"Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it."

"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?"