Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
Robert FrostMots clés happiness
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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert FrostMots clés poetry
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The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert FrostMots clés poetry
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We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
Mots clés inspirational
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If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.
Robert FrostMots clés laughter
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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.
Robert FrostMots clés inspirational teachers
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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.
Robert FrostINTO 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.
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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.
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