Frases de Robert Lee Frost

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“En dos palabras puedo resumir cuanto he aprendido acerca de la vida: Sigue adelante.”

“Unos dicen que el mundo sucumbirá en el fuego. Otros que en el hielo. Por lo que yo he probado del deseo, estoy a favor de los que apuestan por el fuego. Pero si por dos veces el mundo pereciera, creo saber suficiente sobre el odio, como para saber que para la destrucción, el hielo también es grande y sería suficiente.”

“El bosque es hermoso, oscuro y profundo. Pero tengo promesas que cumplir, y millas que recorrer antes de dormir. Y millas que recorrer antes de dormir.”

“En un bosque se bifurcaron dos caminos, y yo… Yo tomé el menos transitado. Esto marcó toda la diferencia.”

“El amor es un deseo irresistible de ser irresistiblemente deseado.”

“Dos caminos divergían en el bosque, y tomé el menos transitado. Eso hizo toda la diferencia.”

“Una mitad del mundo está compuesta de gente que tienen algo que decir y no pueden, y la otra de gente que no tienen nada que decir y siguen diciéndolo.”

“Pero tengo promesas que cumplir, y andar mucho camino sin dormir, y andar mucho camino sin dormir.”

“Si la sociedad te queda lo suficientemente cómoda, lo llamas libertad.”

“La mayor parte del cambio en el que creemos que vemos en la vida se debe a las verdades que están en y fuera de favor.”

“Lo que se hace se hace por amor a él, o no se hace en absoluto.”

“Si no pudiéramos reír, todos nos volveríamos locos.”

“El humor es la cobardía más atractiva.”

“Escribir versos libres es como jugar al tenis con la red baja.”

“La felicidad compensa en altura lo que le falta en longitud.”

“Cualquier cosa más que la verdad sería demasiado.”

“Ser el jefe en cualquier lugar es solitario. Ser una jefa en un mundo en su mayoría hombres es especialmente cierto.”

“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.”

“All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.”

“That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.”

“The birds that came to it through the air
At broken windows flew out and in,
Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh
From too much dwelling on what has been.”

““Well, who begun it?”
That’s what at the end of a war
We always say not who won it,
Or what it was foughten for.”

“I stopped my song and almost heart,
For any eye is an evil eye
That looks in onto a mood apart.”

“Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.”

“Till we came to be
There was not a trace
Of a thinking race
Anywhere in space.”

“Two such as you with such a master speed
Cannot be parted nor be swept away
From one another once you are agreed
That life is only life forevermore
Together wing to wing and oar to oar.”

“Courage is of the heart by derivation,
And great it is. But fear is of the soul.”

“Hell is a half-filled auditorium. ”

“Well, who begun it?”

“Poetry begins in trivial metaphors, pretty metaphors, "grace" metaphors, and goes on to the profoundest thinking that we have. Poetry provides the one permissible way of saying one thing and meaning another. People say, "Why don’t you say what you mean?"”

“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.”

“'I can repeat the very words you were saying:
"Three foggy mornings and one rainy day
Will rot the best birch fence a man can build."”

“The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended — and not to take a hint when a hint isn't intended.”

“A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.”

“The best way out is always through.”

“Accept no one’s definition of you, define yourself.”

“Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting ... Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.”

“He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.””

“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.”

“Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went —
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn't been.”

“As for the woods' excitement over you
That sends light rustle rushes to their leaves,
Charge that to upstart inexperience.

Where were they all not twenty years ago?
They think too much of having shaded out
A few old pecker-fretted apple trees.”