Ifade Barber Quotes & Sayings

Because oftentimes the quiet mind could see and hear things the busy mind could not. — Brenna Aubrey

Every woman becomes their mother. That's their tragedy. And no man becomes his. That's his tragedy. — Oscar Wilde

You cannot lead by following. — Alex Ferguson

America is a song that sounds the best when we all sing together - at least for a while. — Michael Josephson

Love is the greatest virtue of the heart. — Frank Lloyd Wright

People would ask me how I could stand the long campaigning, how I could stand being charged with the responsibilities of a great nation, one of the most powerful and difficult jobs in the world.
It wasn't any more difficult than picking cotton all day or shaking peanuts. — Jimmy Carter

Quit making believe you don't know.
You do know. Act on it. — Alan Cohen

We actually had a Kansa band softball team. — Phil Ehart

The golden rule of business is supply and demand. I venture to say that this is also the rule of happiness. When a balance is achieved between our desires and another's willingness to satisfy them, the result is a sympathetic, mutually rewarding relationship. ( ... ) a thriving economy of love.' - character Mike Lambeth — Caroline Adderson

When you put a piece of bread into your mouth, chew only your bread and not your projects, worries, fears, or anger. — Thich Nhat Hanh

Better to have the trust of the people than their respect. With trust, their respect could be earned later; without it, respect could never be deserved, and so to have it would be like poison. — Orson Scott Card

We continued talking as my purchases were rung up - about the first
Christmas, the sadness of ending up in a cemetery on a holiday, and the
pain of getting through that first year.
"They tell me it gets better," she said with a sigh.
"Can I give you a hug?" I asked shyly before I turned to go. She nodded eagerly, and one small sob escaped her as I squeezed her shoulders tightly.
I might look back on that first Christmas and remember it as the year
I did so many things so badly, the year I forgot to feed my family.
Or I might just remember it as the Christmas I learned what it meant to reach out to a hurting stranger. — Mary Potter Kenyon