Robert Frost idézet

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„Szeretjük azokat a dolgokat, amelyeket szeretünk, azért, amilyenek.”

„Három szóban összefoglalhatom mindazt, amit az életről tanultam - mindig megy tovább.”

„A vers gyönyörrel kezdődik és bölcsességgel végződik.”

„A legjobb kiút mindig az átvezető út.”

„Az aggodalom azért öl meg több embert, mint a munka, mert több ember aggódik, mint dolgozik.”

„A szeretet egy ellenállhatatlan vágy arra, hogy valaki ellenállhatatlanul vágyjon ránk.”

„Nincsenek könnyek az íróban, nem lesznek az olvasóban sem. Nincs meglepődöttség az íróban, nem lepődik meg az olvasó sem.”

„Nem vagyok megtévesztve. Csak ¸összekeveredve.”

„Egy anyának húsz évre van szüksége arra, hogy a fiából egy férfit neveljen, egy másik nőnek pedig húsz perc alatt sikerül belőle bolondot csinálni.”

„Futottunk, mintha a holdal találkoztunk volna.”

„A műveltség az a képesség, hogy szinte bármit meg tudsz hallgatni anélkül, hogy elveszítenéd a türelmedet vagy az önbizalmadat.”

“The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock treeHas given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.”

“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.”

“Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.”

“A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion finds the thought and the thought finds the words.”

“I believe in teaching, but I don’t believe in going to school.”

“Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.”

“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.”

“By faithfully working eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.”

“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.”

“Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.”

“A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.”

“I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn”

“A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.”

“Anything more than the truth would be too much.”

“Good fences make good neighbors.”

“A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.”

“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?”

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

“Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.”

“What we live by we die by.”

“Most of the change we think we see in life
Is due to truths being in and out of favor.”

“Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.”

“I turned to speak to God
About the world's despair
But to make bad matters worse
I found God wasn't there.
God turned to speak to me
(Don't anybody laugh)
God found I wasn't there
At least not over half.”

“It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same for love.”

“The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.”

“Education doesn't change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.”

“Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.”

“My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.”