There are still times I feel unhappy and I must smile, and there are times I want to cry and I must laugh... people rarely see the real Marvin Gaye

Detroit turned out to be heaven, but it also turned out to be hell.

If you escape from people too often,, you wind up escaping from yourself.

I'm hooked my friend to the boy who makes slaves out of men, and oh believe me, flying high in a friendly sky.

Anger destroys your soul.

I want to stop and thank you baby, how sweet it is to be loved by you.

What about this overcrowded land/How much more abuse from man can she stand?