H.Q. Frost Quotes

...But the one thing that I would never, ever recover from would be losing you. You made me promise before to go on if that happened, but Bones, I wouldn't want to. - Cat from This Side of the Grave

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

I was an amazing bartender and a great waiter. I think, in a way, that was my acting school.

Time has no dominion over love. Love is the one thing that transcends time. (Bones)

...you don't care because you're all that and I'm just an artery in a dress.

I’ve never been jealous before I met you, it burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad. (Bones)

My parents were dismayed by my love of horror movies as a young girl, then even more dismayed when I kept rooting for Dracula to win instead of Van Helsing.

The image I'd had of myself as a child was someone I'd never be, and it was only recently that I realized it was okay to be who I was. - Cat

Let me be the one To do what is done.

The people I want to hear about are the people who take risks.

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

A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.

I hate the idea that you ought to read the whole of anybody.

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over.

There are three things, after all, that a poem must reach: the eye, the ear, and what we may call the heart or the mind. It is the most important of all to reach the heart of the reader.

It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.

I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.

I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.

I am assured at any rate Man's practically inexterminate. Someday I must go into that. There's always been an Ararat Where someone someone else begat To start the world all over at.

Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes

You know how cunningly mankind is planned: We have one loving and one hating hand. The loving's made to hold each other like, While with the hating other hand we strike.

Life must be kept up at a great rate in order to absorb any considerable amount of learning.

Yes, and even for the past...that it will turn out to have been all right for what it was. Something I can accept. Mistakes made by the self I had to be or was not able to be.

Bounds should be set To ingenuity for being so cruel In bringing change unheralded on the unready.

We're either nothing or a God's regret.

You, of course, are a rose-- But were always a rose.

Having money has given me a certain freedom, but being in the public eye has taken away a lot.

The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.

I was fiercely independent and ambitious from a very young age.

My childhood was colorfully anarchic and punctuated by a lot of change.

... War is for everyone, for children too. I wasn't going to tell you and I mustn't. The best way is to come uphill with me And have our fire and laugh and be afraid.

For I thought Epicurus and Lucretius By Nature meant the Whole Goddam Machinery.

All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief.

Nothing not built with hands of course is sacred. But here is not a question of what's sacred; Rather of what to face or run away from. I'd hate to be a runaway from nature.

States strong enough to do good are but few. Their number would seem limited to three.

I was a very defiant child, and my father encouraged that. He wanted me to be as wild and creative as possible and didn't believe in disciplining children.

No, in country money, the country scale of gain, The requisite lift of spirit has never been found.

I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.

It comes down to a doubt about the wisdom Of having children after having had them, So there is nothing we can do about it But warn the children they perhaps should have none.

Trust him to have his bitter politics Against his unacquaintances the rich Who sleep in houses of their own, though mortgaged. Conservatives, they don't know what to save.

I've had four children and I've done a good job and I'm happy in life.

There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken.

But I may be one who does not care Ever to have tree bloom or bear.

Live and let live, believe and let believe. 'Twas said the lesser gods were only traits Of the one awful God. Just so the saints Are God's white light refracted into colors.

If one by one we counted people out