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Quote by Johnny Cash
My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worke

My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I dont ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father. – Johnny Cash

Other quotes by Johnny Cash

Im very shy really. I spend a lot of time in my room alone reading or writing or watching television. – Johnny Cash

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How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. There is a deep, wide gulf, a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man. – Johnny Cash

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After about three lessons my voice teacher said, Dont take voice lessons. Do it your way. Youre a song stylist. Always do it your way. – Johnny Cash

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Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn. – B. R. Hayden

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Its normally the kiss of death to be identified as a rising star, or someone to watch. – George Osborne

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An unused life is an early death. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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A man whose life has been dishonourable is not entitled to escape disgrace in death. – Lucius Accius

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