First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
Cold indeed, and labor lost: Then farewell heat, and welcome frost! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Of all the poetry written in our generation, Frost's is most likely to stand the test of time — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Prosperity suits some people, and they blossom best in a glow of sunshine; others need the shade, and are the sweeter for… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow. — Edgar Fawcett Copy Share Image
People don't feel so quarrelsome in warm weather. They get crotchety in the fall and begin to go to law about things… — Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth Copy Share Image
When Robert Frost was alive, I was known as the other new England poet, which is to be barely known at all. — Howard Nemerov Copy Share Image
Even if frost bites my whole body, my heart is warm... because you are in it. — Rose Hathway Copy Share Image
The frost which kills the harvest of a year saves the harvest of a century, by destroying the weevil or the locust. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
...they come to us, these restless dead, Shrouds woven from the words of men, With trumpets sounding overhead (The walls of hope… — Mira Grant Copy Share Image
Grief! thou art classed amongst the depressing passions. And true it is that thou humblest to the dust, but also thou exaltest… — Thomas de Quincey Copy Share Image
I've been through the entire list of Polar problems. I knew it would be hard, but it's harder than I ever thought… — Lewis Clarke Copy Share Image
“There was a cold wind out on the street. It picked up the dust, whirled it about and suddenly scattered it, flinging… — Vasily Grossman Copy Share Image
Want and wealth equally harden the human heart, as frost and fire are both alien to the human flesh. Famine and gluttony… — Theodore Parker Copy Share Image
My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid… — John Phillips Copy Share Image
My driver Kellie Frost and I would race these fellows home and they were always faster on the highway. We did the… — Madeleine Stowe Copy Share Image
The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.- Robert Frost Now that all your… — Hafez Copy Share Image
For a hundred and fifty years, in the pasture of dead horses, roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
The heart of God through his creation stirs, We thrill to feel it, trembling as the flowers That die to live again,… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
The many varieties and wonderful colors of the modern dahlia make it a totally different flower from the one our grandmothers knew.… — Helena Rutherfurd Ely Copy Share Image
It was that period in the vernal quarter when we may suppose the Dryads to be waking for the season. The vegetable… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
Although its growth may seem to have been slow, it is to be remembered that it is not a shrub, or plant,… — Clara Barton Copy Share Image
“A disagreement about what?” The voice belonged to Frost, Doyle’s second in command. Other than the fact that they were both tall,… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
We have scarcely gotten home ... when our children's sneezes greet us, skinned knees bleed after waiting all day to do so.… — William H. Gass Copy Share Image
“The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.” — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
One will never again look at a birch tree, after the Robert Frost poem, in exactly the same way. — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
I had A Lover's Quarrel With The World Robert Lee Frost (Old Bennington Cemetery, Bennington, Vermont) Our Darling Eva We Love You. — Eva Gabor Copy Share Image
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“if she thought she'd seen his eyes burn before, it was nothing compared to what they were doing now. Frost had never… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
Wine gives a man nothing... it only puts in motion what had been locked up in frost. — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
