Quote

I am not a teacher. I am an awakener.

Robert Frost

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Robert Frost
Age: 88 †
Born: 1874
Born: March 26
Died: 1963
Died: January 29
Pedagogue
Playwright
Poet
Writer
San Francisco County
California
Robert Lee Frost
Mathematics
Teacher
Education

More quotes by Robert Frost

Image
Than smoke and mist who better could appraise The kindred spirit of an inner haze?
Robert Frost
Image
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
Image
The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.
Robert Frost
Image
It's God - I recognised him from Blake's picture.
Robert Frost
Image
You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.
Robert Frost
Image
Create and stir other people to create.
Robert Frost
Image
Not to sink under being man and wife, But get some color and music out of life?
Robert Frost
Image
A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.
Robert Frost
Image
I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.
Robert Frost
Image
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.
Robert Frost
Image
Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.
Robert Frost
Image
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.
Robert Frost
Image
I never take my own side in a quarrel.
Robert Frost
Image
Everything written is as good as it is dramatic. It need not declare itself in form, but it is drama or nothing.
Robert Frost
Image
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
Image
If the writer does not cry, the reader does not cry.
Robert Frost
Image
I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place?
Robert Frost
Image
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
Robert Frost
Image
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Robert Frost
Image
I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart
Robert Frost