Cowboys Don T Cry Quotes

You do not need to be depressed about getting a divorce, cowboy. You may feel like you are dying, but let me tell you, you were dead! But the thing is, dead people don’t know they’re dead. You’re crying ’cause you are getting pushed through some kind of rebirth canal. Wake up and serve those children. Get the best custody deal you can—I don’t care if it’s one stinkin’ day a year—it will be one stinkin’ day a year they get to have a grown man for a father. You are a good man—go find a good woman—and have a good life. ‘Nice’ is not a bad word. Nice partner equals nice life. Crazy partner equals crazy life—you get it?

Life is painful and messed up the things that hurt us are the things that make us strongest When pain brings you down don't close your eyes and cry living hurts make it worth the pain

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Finn looped an arm around Callie's waist and waited. "Are we in big trouble?" Verdie nodded seriously. "Yes, you are. First thing is, this ain't my place nomore and it ain't my business to fuss at ya'll, but I love that kid and I can't stand to see him cry. My dad gave me a bit of advice when our boys were little that I'm about to give ya'll. You're going to argue, but it's your argument, not his. Don't let him see it and don't go to bed angry with each other. We got enough of a feud goin' on all around us. We don't need one inside the walls of the house. Now let's go have some cookies." Finn gave Callie a gentle squeeze, "Sounds like good advice to me.

Whiskey Truths and Lies" (Verse 1) In the glow of the bar signs, where stories intertwine, I've seen love come and go, in the blink of an eye. But if there's one thing I stand by, as I look up at the sky, Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie. (Chorus) Lies, they're like a backroad dust storm, blinding and unkind, Leaving you lost and alone, searching for a sign. But truth, it's like a highway, straight and defined, Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie. (Verse 2) I've laughed with strangers, cried on a friend's shoulder, Felt the sting of regret as the nights get colder. In the strum of the guitar, in every note I fly, Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie. (Bridge) Give me raw, give me real, give me something I can feel, Not just a sweet nothing, that'll disappear with the dawn's reveal. So fill up my glass, let the spirits testify, And speak to me honestly, don't be shy. (Chorus) Lies, they're like a backroad dust storm, blinding and unkind, Leaving you lost and alone, searching for a sign. But truth, it's like a highway, straight and defined, Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie. (Outro) So raise your glass to honesty, it's the melody we crave, In this modern country scene, it's the anthem of the brave. For every soul that's searching, for every tearful eye, Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie.

A Few Good Hearts" I've walked through crowds, been part of the scene, But the shallow waters never felt that keen, I don't need the world to hold my hand, Just a few good hearts who understand. 'Cause I don't need everybody in my life, Just a few who stand by me through strife, Those who see the real me, not just the brand, A few good hearts who truly understand. It's not about numbers, it's about ties, The ones who listen to the unspoken cries, They're the melody in my life's band, The few good hearts who truly understand. In the quiet moments, in the roaring tide, They're the ones always by my side, With them, every moment is grand, Those few good hearts who truly understand. I don't need a crowd to make my day, Just those who know me in every way, They're my chosen, my trusted clan, A few good hearts who truly understand. So here's to the ones who are part of my story, They're the ones who share in my glory, In this life's journey, they're my stand, The few good hearts who truly understand.

I will rise from the dust. I will live for myself so I don't cry tomorrow.

I will rise from the dust. I will live for myself, so I don't cry tomorrow.

Today I will rise from the dust. I will live for myself, so I don't cry tomorrow.

He took her left hand and eased it toward him. Slipping the ring from the box, he slid it onto her finger. It fit perfectly. “How about that? It fits like it were made for you.” He looked up to see tears glistening in her eyes, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. “Oh, hey now, darlin’. I didn’t mean to make you cry. You don’t have to wear it.” She closed her fingers around his hand. “You’re a good man, Knox Garrison. Better than I deserve.” “You deserve everything,” he whispered, the emotion stealing his voice. She brushed away the lone tear that had slipped down her cheek and forced a shaky laugh. “I’m okay. Really. It just got me for a minute. This is how I’d always dreamed it would be. A handsome guy with a heart as big as Montana putting a gorgeous ring on my finger. But that’s all this is. Just a fantasy.

9-14-18 A date that will forever be drilled into my mind. A date that holds a lot of pain for me. A date that I could have ever emotionally prepared for. Pa, i’m not going to lie. These past 2 years have been the hardest years of my entire life, especially these last 6-7 months. But i have also had some of the greatest moments in these two years. I wish you were here to see me through both. The world is so different now that you are gone. So many things i wish you could have seen.. So many things i wish i could have came and talk to you about. So many nights i have laid in bed missing you so much that i couldn’t even sleep. So many days where everything reminded me of you. So many tears. So many hurts. I try and take everyone’s advice and only think about the good stuff. but even the good stuff holds pain. I try and think of all the laughs we had together but then it just makes me miss hearing your laugh ten times more... along with our long talks.. our motorcycle rides... our random pickle runs.. the many many many nights i stayed with you. All the beautiful memories that me and you hold together... I don’t know when the pain of loosing you will start to not hurt as much.. i don’t think it ever will... Because pain of loosing your best friend.. someone you spent so much of ur time with. someone you shared so many things with.. it doesn’t just go away.. i just become stronger and learn how to handle it better. some days i am weak and i can’t do anything but cry and miss you.. but other days i just keep the good memories in mind and it keeps me smiling through the day. I try and bring you up as often as i can. I continue to tell our adventures to everyone. i continue to talk about you to my siblings. i keep ur name going. because i don’t want anyone to forgot how amazing you truly were pa. When i’m older and start my own family i will share all of this with them too.. and we will keep ur name very close in our hearts... Not a day goes by where you don’t cross my mind. Gone but never forgotten. I love and miss you endlessly pa..

There I was, sitting at the bar, staring at my drink, when a large, trouble-making biker stepped up next to me. He grabbed my drink and gulped it down in one swig. "Well, whatcha gonna do about it?" he said menacingly. I burst into tears. “Come on, man,” the biker said. “I didn’t think you’d cry. I can’t stand to see a man crying.” “This is the worst day of my life,” I said. “I’m a complete failure. I was late to a meeting, and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen—and I don’t even have insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found my wife with another man, and then my dog bit me.” “So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all. I bought a drink, dropped a capsule in it, and sat here watching the poison dissolve. Then you show up and drink the whole thing!” “But enough about me,” I said, wiping my tears. “How’s your day going?