Flower Quotes by Robert Frost

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods.

— Robert Frost

You can't get too much winter in the winter.

— Robert Frost

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

— Robert Frost

Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.

— Robert Frost

You cant get too much winter in the winter.

— Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze ...

— Robert Frost

But what would interest you about the brook, It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.

— Robert Frost

On the bare upland pasture there had spread O'ernight 'twixt mullein stalksa wheel of thread And straining cables wet withsilver dew.

— Robert Frost

The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose.

— Robert Frost

“My apple trees will never get across and eat the cones under his pines,I tell him.He only says,"Good fences make good neighbors.”

— Robert Frost

I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again…

— Robert Frost

“Who would you be, I wonder, by those marks If I had moths to friend as I have flowers?”

— Robert Frost

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in…

— Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep…

— Robert Frost

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is…

— Robert Frost

The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the…

— Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf…

— Robert Frost

'Warm in December, cold in June, you say?' I don't suppose the water's changed at all. You and I know enough to…

— Robert Frost

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt,…

— Robert Frost

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the…

— Robert Frost

God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous…

— Robert Frost

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though;…

— Robert Frost

“A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all littered with…

— Robert Frost