Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune. — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
At the top of the cycle you write policies for everybody, no matter how bad, and at the bottom you cancel everybody, no matter… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun. — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
There are times when you get hit upon, Try hard but you cannot give. Other times you'd gladly part, With what you need to… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given. — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
Stop thinking...The more you think, the faster you cut your own throat. What is there to think about? It always ends up the same… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
“There's a better way. There has to be education, and the education has to come from the poets and musicians, because it has to… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
