The first thing I do in any town I come to is ask if it has a bookstore. Robert Frost More Quotes by Robert Frost More Quotes From Robert Frost Our very life depends on everything's Recurring till we answer from within. Robert Frost recurring depends answers Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is something sending up the sun. It is this backward motion toward the source, Against the stream, that most we see ourselves in, The tribute of the current to the source. It is from this in nature we are from. It is most us. Robert Frost clock sun running I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest. Robert Frost quests seems may I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago. Robert Frost lonely summer house What you want, what you're hanging around in the world waiting for, is for something to occur to you. Robert Frost hope expectations waiting I still say the only education worth anything is self-education. Robert Frost self-education stills self Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich. Robert Frost humorous funny father Life must be kept up at a great rate in order to absorb any considerable amount of learning. Robert Frost amount rate order The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length Robert Frost weight hurt long Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in its nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth. Robert Frost heroic earth spirit He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself. Robert Frost white said tails No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard. Robert Frost disregard ends memories I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. Robert Frost eye rain night For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired. Robert Frost harvest apples too-much Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space. Robert Frost sick space It should be of the pleasure of a poem itself to tell how it can. The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same for love. Robert Frost delight wisdom love The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. Robert Frost apples flower rose A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair. Robert Frost affair poet love The Armful For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. With all I have to hold with hand and mind And heart, if need be, I will do my best. To keep their building balanced at my breast. I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; Then sit down in the middle of them all. I had to drop the armful in the road And try to stack them in a better load. Robert Frost heart hands fall Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar. Robert Frost wedding marriage anniversary
