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.

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

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

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?

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

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

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

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

Without love in a dream it will never come true

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.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

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.

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

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

Let there be songs to fill the air.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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