“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
“The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
“We love the things we love for what they are.”
“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
“Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself.”
“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.”
“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”
“Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.”
“Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.”
“If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.”
“Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee
And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.”
“Freedom lies in being bold.”
“Poetry is what gets lost in translation.”
“The best way out is always through.”
“Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.”
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
“Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.”
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
“I am not a teacher, but an awakener.”
“Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”
“Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.”
“I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.”
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.”
“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 rain to the wind said,
You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
“Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.”
“There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.”
“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.”
“I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.”
“The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean-
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.”
“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
“Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire.”
“There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.”
“A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.”
“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”
“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.”
―
“How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?”
“We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.”
“The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.”
“Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.”
“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.”
“A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.”
“How many things would you attempt
If you knew you could not fail”
“The world is full of willing people, some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.”
“The middle of the road is where the white line is—and that’s the worst place to drive.”
“The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.”
“And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.”
“The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.”
“Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.”
“Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.”
“Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.”
“A good book has no ending”
“I believe in teaching, but I don’t believe in going to school.”
“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.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
“Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.”
“INTO MY OWN
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew—
Only more sure of all I thought was true.”
“You're always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.”
“A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body— the wishbone.”
“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
“The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean-
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.”
“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
“Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire.”
“There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.”
“A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.”
“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”
“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.”
“How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?”
“We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.”
“The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.”
“Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.”
“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.”
“A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.”
“How many things would you attempt
If you knew you could not fail”
“The world is full of willing people, some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.”
“The middle of the road is where the white line is—and that’s the worst place to drive.”
“The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.”
“And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.”
“The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.”
“Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.”
“Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.”
“Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.”
“A good book has no ending”
“I believe in teaching, but I don’t believe in going to school.”
“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.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
“Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.”
“INTO MY OWN
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew—
Only more sure of all I thought was true.”
“You're always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.”
“A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body— the wishbone.”
“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
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