Dan Fogelberg Quotes

Love is the promise that guides me.

There's a heaven on earth that so few ever find, though the map's in your soul and the road's in your mind

Love when you can, cry when you have to, be who you must, that's a part of the plan. Await your arrival with simple survival, and one day we'll all understand.

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight. Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright. Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light

My life is as an artist, not an entertainer. I don't consider myself an entertainer, but I can do that thing when I want to

You're successful if you can get one person to pick it up and put it on the turntable and go, Wow, thanks for writing that!

A simple smile, a tender touch, speaks the true language of love.

Between the worlds of men and make believe I can be found.

It's the chance of a lifetime in a lifetime of chance, and it's high time you joined in the dance.

Down the ancient corridors through the gates of time, run the ghosts of dreams that we have left behind.

Lessons learned are like bridges burned you only need to cross them but once. Is the knowledge gained worth the price of the pain, are the spoils worth the cost of the hunt?

I love to rock 'n roll. But my finest suit, of all the things I do, is as a songwriter.

Death is there to keep us honest and constantly remind us we are free.

You've got to just follow your heart and do your best work. For better or worse, I have followed my heart. There is no doubt in my mind or heart that everything I've done is exactly what I intended to do.

Mystery's a thing not easily captured, and once deceased, not easily exhumed.

Trust isn't something that's spoken and love's never wrong when it's real.

It seems like bluegrass people have more great stories to tell than other musicians

You think you're winning, but it's hard to say sometimes.

I never going to satisfy everybody, so I decided to satisfy myself.

Now is the only thing that exists.

Through the years as the fire starts to mellow, burning lines in the book of our lives. Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow, I'll be in love with you.

I have a very sedate life. How often do you see me at a bar in Boulder, Peter? You tell me. I like Boulder. We just don't live that way.

We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now. And tried to reach beyond the emptiness, but neither one knew how.

I love home. I'll stay up there for days on end, I won't even go down the driveway to look for the mail.

I was blessed with a gift. It's a gift and a curse. It never ends