We strut and fret our hour upon the stage and then are no more.
Let me not fuss and fret at my incompetence but be still and know that Thou art God.
We live only a few conscious decades, and we fret ourselves enough for several lifetimes.
A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself.
The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
Nature will not let us fret and fume. She does not like our benevolence or our learning much better than she likes our frauds andwars. When we come out of the caucus, or the bank, or the abolition-convention, or the temperance-meeting, or the transcendental club, into the fields and woods, she says to us, "so hot? my little Sir.
If I were inclined to worry that the United States was veering in a dangerously theocratic direction, here's a short list of things I wouldn't fret about: a reality television program depicting the lives of ordinary Americans; a clause in a contract between parties to a business transaction agreeing that any disputes that arise between them be resolved in compliance with shared religious principles; halal soup; halal turkeys on the Thanksgiving table.
Who are these human beings anyway? They walk around, strut, fret, as if they owned the planet, or the goddamned universe. I mean, who do they really think they are?
The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free. ]
November is usually such a disagreeable month as if the year had suddenly found out she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it.
Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants.
The only way to gall and fret effectively is for yourself to be a good and honest man.
I don't fret over lost time - I can always use the situations in a novel.
Don't fret. We'll just have to find something else you're good at besides killing people.
Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible? Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was. And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret; But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late. No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
You must not begin to fret about the successes of cheap people. After all, what have they to do with you?
Do not fret, for God did not create us to abandon us.
Although practice swings Can be helpful things, Twere better, indeed, not take any Than to fiddle and fret And before playing get Exhausted from taking too many.
We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.
Poet, forger of ideals, dreamer among the possibilities of life, prophet of the millenium, do you get impatient with the prosaic life around you -- the dulness, and the earthliness, and the brutishness of men? Fret not. Go forward into the realm which stretches before you; climb the highest mountain you can reach, and plant a cross there. The nations will come up to it some day. Work for immortality if you will; then wait for it. If your own age fail to recognize you, a coming age will not.
