“Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.”

It’s good to believe in yourself, but there are people out there who can make or break you.

It takes a real man to live for God-a lot more man than to live for the devil, you know? If you really want to live right these days, you gotta be tough.

My arms are too short to box with God.

Until things are brighter. I’m the man in black.

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.

I came to believe in a power much higher than I.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you’re mine, I walk the line.

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.

The fire and excitement may be gone now that we don’t go out there and sing them anymore, but the ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout.

A person knows when it just seems to feel right to them. Listen to your heart.

When I think about country music, I think about America.

If you’re going to be a Christian, you’re going to change. You’re going to lose some old friends, not because you want to, but because you need to.

Life is the question and life is the answer, and God is the reason and love is the way.

The more I learn, the more excited I get.

I learn from my mistakes. It’s a very painful way to learn, but without pain, the old saying is, there’s no gain.

Don’t take voice lessons. Do it your way.

I hope when she touches you it burns holes into your skin and leaves scars where my lips would have been.

I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.

If I find the constitution being misused, I shall be the first to burn it.

On my knees, lips slightly parted thirsty, ready for a strong stiff one. Make it neat I love the burn.

Her lips have so many burns and scars, but they are still sugar-sweet.

That damn fire she was so proud of, burnt her own bones.

A love that demands love will burn the very essence of what once made it pure.

Made up of water, made up of fire too Cracking and burning, pouring it out to you.