Robert Hunter Quotes

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

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

I feel I've got 10 books in me.

One man gathers what another man spills

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

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

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.

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

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

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

Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.

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

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

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.

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

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

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

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

Without love in a dream it will never come true

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

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

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

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Let there be songs to fill the air.

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