13 Robert Frost Quotes on Communication

Robert Frost quotes on communication

10. Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.

31. Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

36. Poetry begins in trivial metaphors, pretty metaphors, 'grace' metaphors, and goes on to the profoundest thinking that we have. Poetry provides the one permissible way of saying one thing and meaning another. People say, 'Why don't you say what you mean?' We never do that, do we, being all of us too much poets. We like to talk in parables and in hints and in indirections - whether from diffidence or some other instinct.

82. He would declare and could himself believe That the birds there in all the garden round From having heard the daylong voice of Eve Had added to their own an oversound, Her tone of meaning but without the words.

95. He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over her shoulder at some fear. She took a doubtful step and then undid it To raise herself and look again. He spoke Advancing toward her: 'What is it you see From up there always?-for I want to know.'

98. He said twice over before he knew himself: 'Can't a man speak of his own child he's lost?' 'Not you!'-'Oh, where's my hat? Oh, I don't need it! I must get out of here. I must get air.'- I don't know rightly whether any man can.'

99. 'My words are nearly always an offense. I don't know how to speak of anything So as to please you. But I might be taught, I should suppose. I can't say I see how.

120. Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes all the pressure off the second.

121. The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn't intended.

125. A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday... but never remembers her age.

137. Half the world is composed of those who have something to say but can't; the other half is of those who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

152. The ear does it. The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.

156. There are tones of voices that mean more than words.