69 Quotes by Brenda Sutton Rose

I’m not made for city streets. My brogans drop soil from the field behind me, each grain of dirt like a seed revealing who I am. My heart belongs in the country. I’m a farmer, and I was shaped in the fields.

Write your story before it dies one single breath at time. Nobody cares if is the truth as long as it really happened.

Write your story before it dies one single breath at time. Nobody cares if it is the truth as long as it really happened.

My calloused hands tell the story of my life. I’ve loved these fields more than a man can love anything outside his family. I’m a farmer. Engrave it on my headstone: Farmer.

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

Farm labor had stained his hands, but music stained his heart.

Are you aware that Jesus Christ can spell? I get so tired of you spelling every slang and cuss word that crosses your mind, as though you are pulling one over on the Lord.

I asked about the price of the guitars, reminding him that if expected me to man the cash register, I’d need to know what to charge. He told me, 'There ain’t no set price on these babies. Take what the customer offers you. Even if it’s his soul.

The guitar breathed. It inhaled and exhaled, and music filled the shop as the instrument picked the heartbreak of generations.