Garth Brooks
Garth Brooks
Troyal Garth Brooks, known professionally as Garth Brooks, is an American country pop singer and songwriter. His integration of pop and rock and roll elements into the country genre through multi-platinum recordings and record-breaking live performances earned him immense worldwide popularity. This progressive approach has allowed Brooks to dominate the country single and album charts, while also crossing over into the mainstream pop arena...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionCountry Singer
Date of Birth7 February 1962
CityTulsa, OK
CountryUnited States of America
Passion is something you'd easily die for. It's something you'd be honored to die for. It's something that's stronger than any machine man can create. It actually gives a mortal person wings.
The cool thing about passion is that no matter how good or bad a day you're having, tomorrow's going to be better because passion finds some way of doubling itself.
If you want to know how important Portland is to me, there's no Saturday night gigs here. They weren't available. So our whole thing coming into Portland, which is going to be different from anybody else, any other city, is every night is Saturday night.
Bury the hatchet, but leave the handle sticking out.
It's midnight Cinderella, but don't worry none. Cause I'm Peter the Pumpkin Eater and the party's just begun.
When you sit on something trying to preserve it, you die and become sterile.
There's times I'd rather kill you than listen to your honesty.
One day I'll be standing at the river looking out across tomorrow, and the bridge I need to get there will be a bridge that I have burned.
It ain't what you're driving or the clothes that you wear, material possessions won't matter up there. And someday in heaven, when the angels all sing, well these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king.
Holding you, I held everything.
That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.
Life is not tried it is merely survived if you're standing outside the fire.
I'll never reach my destination, If I never try, So I will sail my vessel, 'Til the river runs dry.
But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire, cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire.