“Are we talking hell hounds and flames here?" Des asked, pacing at the end of our beds. I repeated the question and… — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
“My heart battered against my ribs, my breath stalled and I gazed up into his laughing, smiling eyes...eyes that suddently glowed crimson… — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
“I didn't want to go to hell, but even the idea of reclaining my halo scared me because it would mean leaving… — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
With age comes wisdom and confidence, and I don't feel like I'm seeking approval as much as I used to from other people. — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
“Are we talking hell hounds and flames here?" Des asked, pacing at the end of our beds. I repeated the question and gave a… — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
Artists who write songs... what they're going through usually comes through in their music. — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
I think I've grown a lot in the last few years, and I needed to express myself as an artist on this. It wasn't… — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
Every picture's painted differently, every one has got a vision in their mind. That fills the heart with answers, and the missing piece that… — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
The best thing to do is stare it in the face and move on. We have to face our fears and plow through. I… — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
“My heart battered against my ribs, my breath stalled and I gazed up into his laughing, smiling eyes...eyes that suddently glowed crimson and cruel.” — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
I want to keep people engaged and I want them to feel connected to what I'm doing. — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
When someone has cancer, the whole family and everyone who loves them does, too. — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
It's nice to be able to engage with this fan base that I've worked to build, brick by brick. — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
That's a song about reaching deep inside yourself where you can completely be who you are. — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
“We could use all the blessings we could get. The impact of what we were about to do hit me like an anvil on… — Terri Clark Copy Share Image
