Robert Frost

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled.  That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, but still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits
in the middle and knows.

Two such as you with master speed, cannot be parted nor swept
away,from one another once you are agreed, that life forevermore
wing to wing and oar to oar.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.

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.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

Love is the irresistable desire to be irresistably desired.

Love is the irresistable desire to be irresistably desired.