Top 37 Quotes & Sayings by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Explore popular quotes and sayings by an American poet Edwin Arlington Robinson.
Last updated on November 20, 2024.
Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson was an American poet. Robinson won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry on three occasions and was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature four times.

She knows as well as anyone that pity, having played, soon tires.
Love must have wings to fly away from love, and to fly back again.
He knows much of what men paint themselves would blister in the light of what they are. — © Edwin Arlington Robinson
He knows much of what men paint themselves would blister in the light of what they are.
I shall have more to say when I am dead.
Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.
For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think;- And no man knows what then she may discover.
I don't say what God is, but a name That somehow answers us when we are driven To feel and think how little we have to do With what we are.
Are we no greater than the noise we make Along one blind atomic pilgrimage Whereon by crass chance billeted we go Because our brains and bones and cartilage Will have it so?
The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.
For through it all--above, beyond it all-- I know the far-sent message of the years, I feel the coming glory of the Light.
Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.
It is impossible to understand the economic system in which we are living if we try to interpret it as a rational scheme.It has to be understood as an awkward phase in a continuing process of historical development.
No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel — © Edwin Arlington Robinson
No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel
And we who delve in beauty's lore Know all that we have known before Of what inexorable cause Makes Time so vicious in his reaping.
Ah, when shall come love's courage to be strong! Tell me, O Lord--tell me, O Lord, how long Are we to keep Christ writhing on the cross!
To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.
I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere
I mean you last as long as lies.
Your Dollar is your only Word, / The wrath of it your only fear. / You build it altars tall enough / To make you see, but your are blind; / You cannot leave it long enough / To look before you or behind.
Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them.
Language that tells us, through a more or less emotional reaction, something that can not be said.
Shake the tree of life itself and bring down fruits unheard of.
I have been reading the Old Testament, a most bloodthirsty and perilous book for the young. Jehovah is beyond doubt the worst character in fiction.
Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.
Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.
Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.
Do you hear the children singing? — © Edwin Arlington Robinson
Do you hear the children singing?
For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.
I wonder more and more just where I may have come out if I had never seen Harvard Square.
I am living on hope and faith ... a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them.
The typical entrepreneur is no longer the bold and tireless man of Marshall, or the sly and rapacious Moneybags of Marx, but a mass of inert shareholders, indistinguishable from rentiers, who employ salaried managers to run their concerns.
And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.
Life is the game that must be played.
The stillness of October gold Went out like beauty from a face.
This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.
Where's the need of singing now?
seizing the swift logic of a woman,
Curse God and die. — © Edwin Arlington Robinson
seizing the swift logic of a woman, Curse God and die.
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