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.
If you aren’t gonna say exactly how and what you feel, you might as well not say anything at all.
You have to be what you are. Whatever you are, you gotta be it.
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.
Life is rough so you gotta be tough.
I love the freedoms we got in this country, I appreciate your freedom to burn your flag if you want to, but I really appreciate my right to bear arms so I can shoot you if you try to burn mine.
All your life, you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love or hate…I choose love.
There’s a lot of things blamed on me that never happened. But then, there’s a lot of things that I did that I never got caught at.
Life is the question and life is the answer, and God is the reason and love is the way.
Life and love go on, let the music play.
I learn from my mistakes. It’s a very painful way to learn, but without pain, the old saying is, there’s no gain.
it’s good to know who hates you and it is good to be hated by the right people
Success is having to worry about every damn thing in the world, except money.
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.
The more I learn, the more excited I get.
We’re all in this together if we’re in it at all.
When God forgave me, I figured I’d better do it too.
As sure as God made black and white, what’s done in the dark will be brought to the light.
I don’t give up because I don’t give up. I don’t believe in it.
There is a spiritual side to me that goes real deep, but I confess right up front that I’m the biggest sinner of them all.
Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.
You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone.
I love songs about horses, railroads, land, Judgment Day, family, hard times, whiskey, courtship, marriage, adultery, separation, murder, war, prison, rambling, damnation, home, salvation, death, pride, humor, piety, rebellion, patriotism, larceny, determination, tragedy, rowdiness, heartbreak and love. And Mother. And God.
You can ask the people around me. I don’t give up. I don’t give up. I don’t give – and it’s not out of frustration and desperation that I say I don’t give up. I don’t give up because I don’t give up. I don’t believe in it.
Sometimes I am two people. Johnny is the nice one. Cash causes all the trouble. They fight.
