Quotes by : Brenda Sutton Rose

Life can surprise you. You want something with every ounce of blood that flows in your veins, and then....

The truth had lacerated him to the bone, had punctured his heart, and had ripped through his soul. The....

As he farmed, hard labor left his hands callused, the sun bleached his hair, his face leathered, and....

There’s secrets hiding inside this six-string just waitin’ for somebody to find ‘em and turn ‘em....

A real musician ain’t gonna choose his own guitar like an evil master choosing his slave. The guitar....

I’m not made for city streets. My brogans drop soil from the field behind me, each grain of dirt like....

When his wounds cut too deep for the blues--when he couldn't sing himself out of his own sorrow--when....

Although I wasn't there to bear witness, I imagine Lot's wife scanned the masses for her children. Perhaps....

As I string, a swift rhythm is played out with my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung....

When a man's running, he seldom looks back.