Robert Frost Quotes

Robert Frost was an amazingly talented man. His poetry was full of meaning and emotion, and has been read and enjoyed from generation to generation.
But Mr Frost also gave us many meaningful quotes to inspire us.




"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself."
— Robert Frost


I appreciate this quote and try to remind myself that I do not need to let anyone define me, I define myself.


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

What else can you say about this love is the ultimate emotion we desire, and  love is what we all search for.

Robert Frost Quotes

Robert Frost was famous for his beautiful and endurting poetry. In our house it is loved and read by several generations. This amazing talented artist passed away in 1963. He was eighty nine.
Robert Frost left his poetry legacy, and he also left us with memorable and enduring quotes. Some of our favorites are:


"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life — It goes on" -- Robert Frost


Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.
Robert Frost

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

The Road Not Taken Robert Frost

Robert Frost reads his famous poem which is one of my favorites ,The Road Not Taken.
The video is digitally enhanced with scenes from the countryside.

Robert Frost The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost Poetry

Robert Frost poetry lives on and on. Poems by Robert frost are timeless. After Apple-Picking by: Robert Frost

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough And held against the world of hoary grass. It melted, and I let it fall and break. But I was well Upon my way to sleep before it fell, And I could tell What form my dreaming was about to take. Magnified apples appear and disappear, Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing dear. My instep arch not only keeps the ache, It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round. I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend. And I keep hearing from the cellar bin The rumbling sound Of load on load of apples coming in. For I have had too much Of apple-picking: I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired. There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall. For all That struck the earth, No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, Went surely to the cider-apple heap As of no worth. One can see what will trouble This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. Were he not gone, The woodchuck could say whether it's like his Long sleep, as I describe its coming on, Or just some human sleep.