K. K. Barrett Quotes

Never say No when the world says Aye.

It's always been too slow for me. Playing. The pace of things. I'm a fast sprinter. The trouble was, after playing in the group for a few months, I couldn't reach that point.

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.

When I think about who influenced my life the most as a Leader, I think of my Mother. She, more than anyone, taught me how to lead with love.

Fairy-tales are nice.

Oh, Cena. You must think that I was born yesterday.

When I was on Raw, I was like Julius Caesar, an all-powerful conquering hero who became so powerful that everyone around him had to conspire against him.

Younger workers should have more freedom to build their retirement nest egg.

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.

Who so loves believes the impossible.

Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is. For gift or grace, surpassing this-- He giveth His beloved sleep.

All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes.

The most insignificant score is the score at halftime.

You won't rise to the occasion - you'll default to your level of training.

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

Well, I've got a color telly, and a fridge. I've got some pork chops in the fridge, but the chops keep going off, so I have to keep buying more.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.

Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry "Amen" to either song of joy and woe. Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!

I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.

Guess now who holds thee?'--'Death,' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, . . . 'Not Death, but Love.

Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.

Politeness is wasted on the dishonest, who will always take advantage of any well-intended concession.

True knowledge comes only through suffering.

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

Earth's crammed with Heaven.

The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.

I really prefer electric music.

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

I've just had an operation, but nothing too serious.

Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.

Develop The Grit To be great.

In difficult times, it's so hard to look around and to see what to be grateful for.

Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.

The philosopher cannot seriously put to himself questions that his civilization has not lived.

Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.

Woman, last at the cross, and earliest at the grave.

We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.

Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point?

Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.

I cannot speak In happy tones; the tear drops on my cheek Show I am sad; But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek, Until made glad.

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.

For poets (bear the word) Half-poets even, are still whole democrats.

In your patience ye are strong.