Danh ngôn của Robbie Robertson
It's a bit of a sore spot, the Thanksgiving in Indian country.
It's a bit of a sore spot, the Thanksgiving in Indian country.
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Các câu danh ngôn khác của cùng tác giả: Robbie Robertson
- Most of my younger Native American friends are not in any way looking for sympathy, and they're not looking to lay guilt on anybody. They have their dignity, and they do what they do.
- At a young age I thought, 'Wow, that fiddle thing, that's pretty cool. That mandolin is great. These drums, I like these drums... ' They were Indian drums. And I was saying, 'But that guitar. That guitar. Girls are going to like that guitar.'
- Some bands today have the experience of really working together and honing their craft. And other bands are very much like, 'I just got a guitar for Christmas, let's start a band.' And you can hear the difference.
- It's extraordinary that revolutions taking place around the world were sparked by communication on the Internet.
- In Americana, the facts and the dreams seem to be all the same to me.
Các câu danh ngôn khác của cùng chuyên mục: Thanksgiving
- Across Central Virginia, the traditions of Thanksgiving bring us closer together with those we love. We gather with family and close friends, we share memories and laughter, and we give thanks for the profound blessing of living in the United States.
- Holiday binge-buying has deep roots in American culture: department stores have been associating turkey gluttony with its spending equivalent since they began sponsoring Thanksgiving Day parades in the early 20th century.
- I think most people have that crazy uncle they sit at Thanksgiving dinner with: someone they disagree with politically but love them anyway.
- From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
- I'm thankful for every moment.