What did Barbara Johnson mean by: We spend our lives dreaming of the future, not realizing that a little of it slips away every day. Barbara Johnson Author · USA Copy
+ Life is too short to spend it being angry, bored, or dull. Author, June 26, 2023January 2, 2025, Barbara Johnson, Fulfillment, Happiness, Time, 0 Barbara Johnson Author · USA
The secret of growing younger is counting blessings, not birthdays. Author, December 27, 2023January 1, 2025, Barbara Johnson, Aging, Gratitude, Perspective, 0 Barbara Johnson Author · USA
+ A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand. Author, September 18, 2023January 2, 2025, Barbara Johnson, Humor, Indulgence, Moderation, 0 Barbara Johnson Author · USA
+ My karma just ran over my dogma. Author, August 5, 2023January 2, 2025, Barbara Johnson, Conflict, Dogma, Karma, 0 Barbara Johnson Author · USA
I’m glad God has all the answers, ’cause I barely understand the questions. Author, December 28, 2023January 1, 2025, Barbara Johnson, Clarity, Faith, Humility, 0 Barbara Johnson Author · USA
Attitude is the mind’s paintbrush; it can color any situation. Author, December 27, 2023January 1, 2025, Barbara Johnson, Influence, Perspective, Positive, 0 Barbara Johnson Author · USA
I think living to be one hundred would be great, but living to fifty twice would be so much better. Author, December 27, 2023January 1, 2025, Barbara Johnson, Longevity, Perspective, Value, 0 Barbara Johnson Author · USA
Being codependent means that when you die, someone else’s life passes before your eyes. Author, December 27, 2023January 1, 2025, Barbara Johnson, Dependency, Loss, Reflection, 0 Barbara Johnson Author · USA
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Look out! Be on your guard, because alone of all the arts, music moves all around you. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
It takes 25 years to learn to draw, one hour to learn to paint. Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
