Quotes & Sayings About Love Robert Frost

Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes
Is the deed ever truly done
For Heaven and the future's sakes — Robert Frost

Everyone asks for freedom for himself,
The man free love, the businessman free trade,
The writer and talker free speech and free press. — Robert Frost

Love has earth to which she clings ... — Robert Frost

There is no love.
There's only love of men and women, love
Of children, love of friends, of men, of God:
Divine love, human love, parental love,
Roughly discriminated for the rough. — Robert Frost

The Silken Tent
She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To every thing 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. — Robert Frost

We love things we love what they are. — Robert Frost

A poet never takes notes..you never take notes in a Love Affair. — Robert Frost

I go to the gym, do some martial arts, and I love poetry. I have a tattoo of my family crest, and another on my back that says 'The Road Not Taken,' which is a poem by Robert Frost. — Steven R. McQueen

The realist always falls in love with a girl he has grown up with, the romanticist with a girl from 'off somewhere. — Robert Frost

What is done is done for the love of it- or not really done at all. — Robert Frost

(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs. — Robert Frost

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. — Robert Frost

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove. — Robert Frost

You know how cunningly mankind is planned:
We have one loving and one hating hand.
The loving's made to hold each other like,
While with the hating other hand we strike. — Robert Frost

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep. — Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze ... — Robert Frost

Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain. — Robert Frost

Let those possess the land, and only those,
Who love it with a love so strong and stupid
That they may be abused and taken advantage of
And made fun of by business, law, and art ... — Robert Frost

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean-
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition. — Robert Frost

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. — Robert Frost

People who do "lowly" jobs with love and energy find themselves being promoted and offered other "better" jobs very quickly. Because they understand what Robert Frost meant when he said, "The way out is through. — Steve Chandler

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow ... — 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 the end Of a love or a season? — Robert Frost

Lord, I have loved Your sky,
Be it said against or for me,
Have loved it clear and high,
Or low and stormy ... — Robert Frost

Start with a big fat lump in your throat. Start with a profound sense of wrong, a deep homesickness, a crazy lovesickness, and run with it. If you imagine less, less will be what you undoubtedly deserve. Do what you love. And don't stop until you get what you love. — Robert Frost

Memento mori and obey the Lord.
Art and religion love the somber chord. — Robert Frost

Frost is but slender weeks away,
Tonight the sunset glow will stay,
Swing to the north and burn up higher
And Northern Lights wall earth with fire.
Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken,
And yet the cold blue word is spoken:
Say goodbye to the sun.
The days of love and leaves are done. — Robert P. T. Coffin

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

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly."
Robert Frost — Madelyn Hill

Writing is like being in love. You never get better at it or learn more about it. The day you think you do is the day you lose it. Robert Frost called his work a lover's quarrel with the world. It's ongoing. It has neither a beginning nor an end. You don't have to worry about learning things. The fire of one's art burns all the impurities from the vessel that contains it. — James Lee Burke

I had A Lover's Quarrel With The World Robert Lee Frost (Old Bennington Cemetery, Bennington, Vermont) Our Darling Eva We Love You. — Eva Gabor

I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate wilfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better. — Robert Frost

Yet some say Love by being thrall
And simply staying possesses all
In several beauty that Thought fares far
To find fused in another star. — Robert Frost

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

We love the things we love for what they are. — Robert Frost

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air. — Robert Frost

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. — Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down. — Robert Frost

A moment of grace. There rose up within me a profound sense of being loved. I felt "gathered together" and encircled by a Presence completely loving, as if I were enveloped by the music of a love song created just for me. It was not overwhelming or even emotional. Just a warm knowing that I was in God's loving embrace ... centered and unified there.
[Love]encounters cannot be analyzed, only shared. If you take a butterfly, Robert Frost said, and pin it down into a box, you no longer have a butterfly. — Sue Monk Kidd

Summary riposte
To the dreary wail
There's no knowing what
Love is all about.
Poets know a lot. — Robert Frost

The Telephone

When I was just as far as I could walk
From here today
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Don't say I didn't for I heard you say
You spoke from that flower on the window sill-
Do you remember what it was you said '

'First tell me what it was you thought you heard.'

'Having found the flower and driven a bee away
I leaned my head
And holding by the stalk
I listened and I thought I caught the word
What was it
Did you call me by my name
Or did you say
Someone said "Come"
I heard it as I bowed.'

'I may have thought as much but not aloud.'

Well so I came. — Robert Frost

Loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round — Robert Frost

He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff's talus on the other side,
And then in the far-distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush--and that was all. — Robert Frost

My sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be. — Robert Frost

Come over the hills and far with me
And be my love in the rain. — Robert Frost