All your life, you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love or hate. I choose love.
I wore black because I liked it. I still do, and wearing it still means something to me. It’s still my symbol of rebellion – against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of God, against people whose minds are closed to others’ ideas.
You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.
My arms are too short to box with God.
Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood, and you're the one I need.
I’m not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I’m thrilled to death with life.
There's no way around grief and loss: you can dodge all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out the other side. The world you find there will never be the same as the world you left.
The beer and the wurst were wonderful, but I was dying to be back in the South, where the livin’ was easy, where the fish were jumpin’, where the cotton grew high.
Sometimes I am two people. Johnny is the nice one. Cash causes all the trouble. They fight.
Success is having to worry about every damn thing in the world, except money.
You’ve got to know your limitations. I don’t know what your limitations are. I found out what mine were when I was twelve. I found out that there weren’t too many limitations, if I did it my way.
Of emotions, of love, of breakup, of love and hate and death and dying, mama, apple pie, and the whole thing. It covers a lot of territory, country music does.
I knew Bob Dylan was searching for the truth and had been for years. And anyone who Really wants the truth ends up at Jesus.