Quotes By Robert Frost

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

The world is full of willing people, some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

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

By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may eventually get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

You're always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.

You've got to love what's lovable, and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.

The best way out is always through.

Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for.

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

Hope is not found in a way out but a way through.

Suddenly, quietly, you realize that - from this moment forth - you will no longer walk through this life alone. Like a new sun this awareness arises within you, freeing you from fear, opening your life. It is the beginning of love, and the end of all that came before.

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.

The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have.

There are tones of voices that mean more than words.

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.

Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!