830 Quotes by Robert Frost

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one’s going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.

You don’t have to deserve your mother’s love. You have to deserve your father’s.

And one of the three great things in the world is gossip, you know. First there’s religion; and then there’s science; and there’s-and then there’s friendly gossip. Those are the three-the three great things.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I’ll forgive Thy great big joke on me.

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

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars – on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I’m not keeping pace With the headlong human race.

I turned to speak to God About the world’s despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn’t there.