I don’t give up because I don’t give up. I don’t believe in it.
I took the easy way, and to an extent I regret that. Still, though, the way we did it was honest. We played it and sang it the way we felt it, and there’s a lot to be said for that.
I’m thankful for the sea breeze that feels so good right now, and the scent of jasmine when the sun starts going down.
Death and hell are never full, and neither are men’s eyes.
Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness, a tiny blue marble is spinning through space. Born in the splendor of God’s holy vision, and sliding away like a tear down his face.
Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.
When I was arrested I was dressed in black.
It’s good to believe in yourself, but there are people out there who can make or break you.
Of travel I’ve had my share, man, I’ve been everywhere.
The more I learn, the more excited I get.
We’re all in this together if we’re in it at all.
I came to believe in a power much higher than I.
My mother told me to keep on singing, and that kept me working through the cotton fields. She said God has his hand on you. You’ll be singing for the world someday.
Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.
The hardest thing for me in Vietnam wasn’t seeing the wounded and dead. It was watching the big transport jets come in, bringing loads of fresh new boys for the war.
When you sing, you pray twice.
When I record somebody else’s song, I have to make it my own or it doesn’t feel right. I’ll say to myself, I wrote this and he doesn’t know it!
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you’re mine, I walk the line.
Six foot six he stood on the ground He weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds But I saw that giant of a man brought down To his knees by love.
I love to go to the studio and stay there 10 or 12 hours a day. I love it. What is it? I don’t know. It’s life.