We're either nothing or a God's regret. Robert Frost More Quotes by Robert Frost More Quotes From Robert Frost Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found out it was ourselves. Robert Frost Why abandon a belief merely because it ceases to be true Cling to it long enough, and 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. Robert Frost You're searching, Joe, for things that don't exist I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings-there are no such things. Robert Frost Love is an irresistable desire to be irresistably desired. Robert Frost By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may eventually get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day. Robert Frost Do not follow where the path may lead...Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. Robert Frost Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire. Robert Frost By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day. Robert Frost Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee and I'll forgive Thy great big one on me. Robert Frost 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 at the end Of a love or a season. Robert Frost A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawer. Robert Frost Anything more than the truth would be too much. Robert Frost As it is more blessed to give than receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back. Robert Frost Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they can talk sense. Robert Frost Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense. Robert Frost Poetry is what gets lost in translation. Robert Frost The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart. Robert Frost The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleepAnd miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost We dance in a circle and suppose, while the secret sits in the middle and knows. Robert Frost 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. Robert Frost
