Top 285 Frost Quotes & Sayings

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Last updated on December 21, 2024.
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.
He that is surprized with the first frost feeles it all the winter after.
Deep roots are not reached by the frost. — © J. R. R. Tolkien
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
There is something fantastically post-modern about David Frost.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost.
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.
Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
Frost isn't exactly despised but not enough people have worked out what a brilliant poet he was.
Frost isn’t exactly despised but not enough people have worked out what a brilliant poet he was.
Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!
I'm going to be the next David Frost.
So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost — © John Green
So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost
After a hard frost a man might wake in the morning and find he was breaking a covenant.
I just don't think most people put myself and Robert Frost in the same category.
It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death.
Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.
Cold indeed, and labor lost: Then farewell heat, and welcome frost!
It is ever so with the things that Men begin: there is a frost in Spring, or a blight in Summer, and they fail of their promise.
David Frost plucked me from the nightclubs.
He gave me a look sure to put frost on anyone's pumpkin.
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow.
Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Frost was no match for Nixon - far from being an intrepid and challenging interviewer, he was a pushover for the great and the famous, always deeply impressed with the fact that here he was, David Frost, putting questions to - Richard Nixon!
Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry. Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition. Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor. In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . . But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.
I am the King of Frost Giants. And if you've seen any of the Frost Giants, you know that I am, of course, the Napoleon of Frost Giants. We've got some massive, fabulous guys who dwarf me and come in at around eight-and-a-half feet, nine feet. But, no. Can't you tell by the commanding presence? I am the boss.
First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.
In the days of the frost seek an minor sun.
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
Poverty, Frost, Famine, Rain, Disease, are the beadles and guardsmen that hold us to Common Sense.
February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.
I'm a huge fan of Simon Pegg and Nick Frost.
All true friendliness begins with fire and food and drink and the recognition of rain or frost.
Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution
On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?
When friendships are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work , but the solidest thing we know.
Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime. — © Thomas Hood
Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
Of all the poetry written in our generation, Frost's is most likely to stand the test of time
The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow
The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.
Victory comes late-- And is held low to freezing lips-- Too rapt with frost To take it
You wouldn't want me to play Frost in a wheelchair, would you? 'Frost' is getting a little long in the tooth. I still enjoy doing it, and it's a great part, but I just think he's got to retire.
I believe in Father Frost. But not too deeply. But anyway, you know, I'm not one of those people who are able to tell the kids that Father Frost does not exist.
I have written about some truly great writers - John Steinbeck, Robert Frost, and William Faulkner. Faulkner and Frost were the very peaks of American poetry and fiction in the 20th century.
Frost is back - this is a brilliant read, I can't recommend it highly enough.
You give Frost a message from me. You tell him it's open season on all suckheads. — © Wesley Snipes
You give Frost a message from me. You tell him it's open season on all suckheads.
O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
Remember the goodness of God in the frost of adversity.
Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference.
Deep are the foundations of sincerity. Even stone walls have their foundation below the frost.
Hope is a straw hat hanging beside a window covered with frost.
Robert Frost: plain, strong, simple, and mean.
Interesting is when one can produce a picture that is pretty, but with undercurrents. The metaphor that comes to mind is in the poems of Robert Frost.
Me, I always wanted frost power.” “Frost power?” “Yeah.” Seth gestured dramatically toward my coffee table. “If we’re talking superhero abilities. If I had frost power, I could wave my hand, and suddenly that whole thing would be covered in ice.” “Not frost?” “Same difference.” “How would frost and/or ice power help you fight crime?” “Well, I don’t know that it would. But it’d be cool.
Frost is the most sophisticated of poets.
A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost.
Remember that frost comes latest to those that bloom the highest.
Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one sensation, fire, from the other, frost.
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