“"The Lesson": Yes, my fretting, Frowning child, I could cross The room to you More easily. But I’ve already Learned to walk, So I make you Come to me. Let go now— There! You see? Oh, remember This simple lesson, Child, And when In later years You cry out With tight fists And tears— “Oh, help me, God—please.”— Just listen And you’ll hear A silent voice: I would, child, I would. But it’s you, Not I, Who needs to try Godhood.”
Carol Lynn Pearson
“Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;And hermits are contented with their cells.”
William Wordsworth
“We should not fret for what is past, nor should we be anxious about the future; men of discernment deal only with the present moment.”
Chanakya
“Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
William Shakespeare
“Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.”
“We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.”
Persius
“Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; / all this comes of Authorship.”
Lord Byron
