Robert Hunter Quotes

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

One man gathers what another man spills

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.

...if you get confused, just listen to the music play.

Every song falls short of the glory of what a song could be. That's why the urge is there to start again and yet again. Often it's the fault of rhyme. I've discovered a hundred times that there just aren't enough rhymes to say what I wanted to say, so I said something else instead. Sometimes it was a better thing, but the thing I meant to say went unsaid. So there's an opening for another song.

Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?

Crippled but free, I was blind all the time I was learning to see.

Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.

Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.

But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune.

It's better to wear seaweed socks than stick a melon in your brother's ear.

Everything you cherish Throws you over in the end Thorns will grab your ankles From the gardens that you tend.

There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. The time has come to weigh those things, this space is getting hot.

Inspiration, move me brightly, light the song with sense and color, hold away despair

When I was just a little young boy, Papa said Son, you'll never get far, I'll tell you the reason if you want to know, 'cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, but the heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings, but the heart has its seasons its evenings, and songs of its own

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

There are times when you get hit upon, Try hard but you cannot give. Other times you'd gladly part, With what you need to live

Outside major darkness where the circle is complete there's no fear that lovers born will ever fail to meet

When you get ready to vote, make sure you know what you are doing.

What do you want me to do, To watch for you, To see you through? A box of rain will ease the pain, and love, will see you through.

River gonna take me, Sing me sweet and sleepy, Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home, It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home

I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels, but I would slave to learn the way, to sink your ship of fools.

Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore. When life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door.

At the top of the cycle you write policies for everybody, no matter how bad, and at the bottom you cancel everybody, no matter how good. It's a manic-depressive cycle.

Sit back picture yourself swooping up a shell of purple with foam crests of crystal drops soft nigh they fall unto the sea of morning creep-very-softly mist...and then sort of cascade tinkley-bell like (must I take you by the hand, every so slowly type) and then conglomerate suddenly into a peal of silver vibrant uncomprehendingly, blood singingly, joyously resoundingbells....By my faith if this be insanity, then for the love of God permit me to remain insane.

Destroy yourself physically and morally and insist that all true brothers do likewise as an expression of unity.

Without love in a dream it will never come true

Perhaps people don't come into their true maturity until a parent dies.

When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my harp to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears... I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own.

Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait

Walk out of any doorway feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you.

Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones you'd better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind

The best architects feel it to be their duty to make the path to the hole as free as possible from annoying difficulties for the less skillful golfers, while at the same time presenting to the scratch players a route calling for the best shots at their command.

I feel I've got 10 books in me.

Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.

I don't believe there's any evidence that credit scoring is a risk factor. What is it about someone having a worse credit score that makes them a worse driver? (Insurers) can't answer that.

You who choose to lead must follow. But if you fall, you fall alone.

Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.