A Quote by Maya Angelou

A friend may be waiting behind a stranger's face. — © Maya Angelou
A friend may be waiting behind a stranger's face.
It was his peculiar happiness that he scarcely ever found a stranger whom he did not leave a friend; but it must likewise be added, that he had not often a friend long without obliging him to become a stranger.
Praise a stranger with a few nice words and he becomes a stranger that calls you a friend.
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.
Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May: Waiting for the pleasant rambles Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles, Where the woodbine alternating, Scent the dewy way; Ah! my heart is weary, waiting, Waiting for the May.
The Divine has loved me as mother, as father, and as friend, behind all friends. I searched for that one Friend behind all friends, that one lover whom I now see glimmering in all your faces. And that friend never fails me.
Either be a true friend or a mere stranger: a true friend will delight to do good--a mere stranger will do no harm.
Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.
The stranger has no friend, unless it be a stranger.
He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful to many.
Faint heart never won true friend. O my friend, may it come to pass, once, that when you are my friend I may be yours.
We live in a science fictional world with things like cloning and face transplants, and things seem to be getting stranger and stranger.
If but one message, I may leave behind, One single word of courage for my kind, It would be this ? Oh, brother, sister, friend, Whatever life may bring ? what God may send, No matter whether clouds life soon or late-- Take heart and wait!
I'm a stranger," pointed out Bod. "You're not," she said, definitely. "You're a little boy." And then she said, "And you're my friend. So you can't be a stranger.
A word, a smile, and the stranger at your elbow may become an interesting friend. All through life we deny ourselves stimulating fellowship because we are too proud or too afraid to unbend.
It is the color which love wears, and cheerfulness, and joy--these three. It is the light in the window of the face by which the heart signifies to father, husband, or friend that it is at home and waiting.
A true friend will tell you the truth to your face - not behind your back.
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