We love the things we love for what they are.

— Robert Frost

We ran as if to meet the moon.

— Robert Frost

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

— Robert Frost

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud At what has happened. Birds, at least must know It is the change to darkness in the sky. Murmuring something quiet in her breast, One bird begins to close a faded eye;Or overtaken too far from his nest, Hurrying low above the grove, some waif Swoops just in time to his remembered tree. At most, he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe! Now let the night be dark for all of me. Let the night be too dark for me to see Into the future. Let what will be, be.

— Robert Frost

Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing there for, Holding open a restive door, Looking down hill to a frothy shore? Summer was past and day was past. Somber clouds in the west were massed. Out in the porch's sagging floor, leaves got up in a coil and hissed, Blindly struck at my knee and missed. Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known:Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.

— Robert Frost

Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.

— Robert Frost

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

— Robert Frost

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. He's more particular.

— Robert Frost

You have freedom when you're easy in your harness.

— Robert Frost

You've got to be brave, and you've got to be bold. Brave enough to take your chance on your own discrimination - what's right and what's wrong what's good and what's bad.

— Robert Frost