A dream is like a river ever changing as it flows and a dreamer’s just a vessel that must follow where it goes.
Too much credit is given to the end result. The true lesson is in the struggle that takes place between the dream and reality. That struggle is a thing called life!
I’d much rather have the honesty than not. Because if you will say what’s on your mind and get it off your chest, then the sooner I can prove you wrong!
There’s a moment that we all come to, in our own time, in our own space, where all that we’ve done, we can undo, if our heart’s in the right place.
The cool thing about passion is that no matter how good or bad a day you’re having, tomorrow’s going to be better because passion finds some way of doubling itself.
If my time on earth were through and she must face the world without me, is the love I gave her in the past gonna be enough to last?
Passion is something you’d easily die for. It’s something you’d be honored to die for. It’s something that’s stronger than any machine man can create. It actually gives a mortal person wings.
I’ve never stayed awake at night over a chance I took that failed, but I’ve stayed awake over chances I didn’t take.
They call them fools, who are unable to resist the slightest chance love might exist.
As a kid, before I could play music, I remember baseball being the one thing that could always make me happy.
Stand straight, walk proud, have a little faith.
I don’t know of too many double Christmas albums, so it is something that’s new, and hopefully will be fun, and there’s plenty of stuff out there to cut.
I’m not sure how we exist, as an artist, without country radio.
Holding you, I held everything.
Life is only therapy.
She’s sun and rain, she’s fire and ice, a little crazy, but it’s nice. And when she gets mad, you best leave her alone, cause she’ll rage like a river then she’ll beg you to forgive her.
The blues will be blue, and the jealousies green, but when love picks its color it demands to be seen.
I’ve lost loved ones in my life who never knew how much I loved them. Now I live with the regret that my true feelings for them never were revealed.
Listen not to the critics who put their own dreams on the shelf.
I’ve got friends in low places, where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away.