Robin Trower Quotes
I wouldn't count myself as being a true blues guitarist because I feel you have to live it.
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I feel comfortable at 154 lbs.
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Reality is what you can count on.
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If you can count your money, you don't have a billion dollars.
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I feel very lucky.
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I really can't live without my In-N-Out burgers. Honestly, I can't. Even when I'm doing the whole no-carb thing occasionally, I make an exception for these. They're too delicious to count.
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Downplaying their faults is pretty much the point of campaigns. But we do count on them living with the constant terror of public rejection.
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I feel very peaceful.
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In feature films, unless there was a body count, they weren't hiring me to direct it.
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We count on the FEC to be the public's watchdog.
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Let's not be overconfident, we still have to count the votes.
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I feel so lucky.
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When you count all the obscure monographic books, there have been many. I probably have most of them in my library.
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Maybe I'll take a little better care of myself, but I wouldn't count on it.
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I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand your gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.
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I feel a moral obligation to speak out at this key moment in human history - it is a moment for action.
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I love collecting guitars, even though I can't play well. My favourite guitarists are Richie Blackmore, Jimmy Paige, and John Mayer.
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I feel that if your soul was branded by the sixties, you never lost the brand. It's like going into a nightclub and having your hand stamped so that you don't have to come back but you can come back.
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I feel that the social revolution of the sixties is like a revolving door that came our way, and then left. It's back again.
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When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.
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Beautiful is old age—beautiful as the slow-dropping mellow autumn of a rich glorious summer. In the old man, Nature has fulfilled her work; she loads him with blessings; she fills him with the fruits of a well-spent life; and, surrounded by his children and his children's children, she rocks him softly away to a grave, to which he is followed with blessings. God forbid we should not call it beautiful.
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I wouldn't count myself as being a true blues guitarist because I feel you have to live it.
