Young
Young
adversity american-leader best
In the adversity of our best friends we often find something that does not displease us.
rumor absence shows
There were a lot of rumors spread about me. Of course, I didn't show up to defend myself, so my absence helped create even more.
waiting comeback happens
I'm a comeback waiting to happen. No one deserves it more than I do.
supporter
I have a lot of supporters.
interviews
I don't really like doing interviews.
movie people actors
Work is good when people are responsible, and in low-budget movies a lot of the actors don't want to be there. They're there to build a resume.
nice nice-things stills
You can act as nice as you can 100% of the time, and it will still not make everybody say nice things about you.
jesus grace-and-mercy imperfect
I am fallen, flawed and imperfect. Yet drenched in the grace and mercy that is found in Jesus Christ, there is strength
song heart artist
In my opinion, there is a huge lack of imaginative, unconventional music being created by artists today and what little there is, goes widely unappreciated by the masses. 'Port Blue' is my attempt at re-creating the music I want to hear and the emotions I want to feel." "If by chance you ever feel as though you’ve come to know these songs, please consider yourself a friend because in a manner of speaking, you know me. This music is my heart and soul. This is who I am." (Adam R. Young, 2006)
color different canvas
There is no old Adam Young, there is no new Adam Young, merely different colors and different brushstrokes over the same canvas.
long people guy
I'm a very introverted guy, so I don't need to be around people for as long as someone who's very extroverted to get that sort of social fix per se.
waiting forget busy
Maybe some are so busy waiting, they forget what indescribable beauty is right there in front of them.
heart mountain realizing
You’ve got mountains of your own, I’ll bet on it. Take heart. Be encouraged. Remain steadfast. Hang on for dear life. You’ve got a better grip than you realize.
weed memories eye
It's funny how insomnia has a way of hauling faded memories up from the cellar of the mind, unearthing buried bits of nostalgia from deep within and spreading the broken, jagged pieces out in front of you like a display of junk at a garage sale. It makes you feel cheap and guilty when you didn't do a thing in the world to kindle the dull burn in your veins or the sting in your eyes. Some nights the painful past unexpectedly pushes up through the floorboards like an ugly nightmarish weed, and by doing so, cultivates and nurtures an entirely new species of headache.