Daughtry Quotes

Always forward. Never back.

I've waited all this time for you. The slower we take it the longer it lasts.

You don't need to be like her. You're already everything.

That's the first thing you said to me, remember? Once upon a time.

And I realize I’m doing the one thing I’ve told myself this whole time I wouldn’t do. I’m wanting something I can never have.

Mostly, though, I tell him about a girl in that yellow pull over. The girl who saved me. The girl I fell in love with. I tell him about Marley.

If we're happy, to be happy together. If we're are sad, to be sad together. To always know the other is there for us. The best of friends... and so much more.

Other people. . . aren't really my thing.

Everything is the same. It's me that's different.

All that I'm after is a life full of laughter.

Yes," Marley says excited. "You need an idea." She pauses for a second holding my gaze. "You need a dream.

I don’t want to leave you, but I love you too much to stay.

You never know when you're gonna meet someone And your whole wide world in a moment comes undone

Of course I cook," I say looking offended. "I'm a pizza rolls aficionado.

Do people in comas. . . dream?

She was always beautiful to me, but now she is free. She is alive.

She told me," she says, her voice breaking. "It's been years. . . to hear her voice again. . .Thank you.

We'll have a million more moments like this one, an entire story to live together. Starting now.

C Daughtry-"be careful what you wish for, you just might get it all.

We need that touch from the one we love, almost as much as we need air to breathe.

I look over to see an audience of tiny costumed kids watching us like we're a plate of broccoli.

I. . . have. . . . . . to find. . . Marley. . .

You never know when you gonna meet someone And your whole wide world in a moment comes undone

I don't know what hurts more...those moments I ache for you to be here or those moments when you are here and I wonder if it is the last time I will feel you.

If I'm going to die, I'd like to actually live first.

How long will I live my life afraid of what-ifs?

But he's Sam, even though I don't deserve it, he answers.

I try to see the good in life But good things in life are hard to find

The lungs aren't worth anything without him

I stop to study a small headstone with a dead ivy crawling over the corners, the inscription just a single word: GOODBYE. No name, no date, nothing.

The only thing I want is to be with you. But I need for you to be safe. Safe from me.

I don't tell sad stories

You got me. I stole it." He pulls at the other end of the pool cue, shaking his head. "Nah, you gave it a better home.

I pull my sweatshirt closer to my body, looking away at the pile of yoga mats in the corner, trying to ignore the fact that that open space? It will always be there.

Cystic fibrosis will steal no more from me. From now on, I am the thief.

A collection of chairs seems to show someone that is used to resting while others get the work done. I have no use for finely crafted furniture.

She saw him and she knew. She knew that he would understand.

It's always like this, some memory rooting me to the spot, stopping me in my tracks.

Always forward, never back.

I don't want to leave you, but I love you too much to stay.

One day you're on top of the world And one day you're a clown

Steward, Daughtry. Mr. Daughtry, friend, sir, or whatever I may name you, this is no fairy-story of the open boat, the cross-bearings unnamable, and the treasure a fathom under the sand. This is real. I have a heart. That, sir”—here he waved his extended hand under Daughtry’s nose—“is my hand. There is only one thing you may do, must do, right now. You must take that hand in your hand, and shake it, with your heart in your hand as mine is in my hand.

I've wanted this for so long." Emmaline thought that a lovely thing to say. "We barely know each other." "No. We've known each other forever, my dearest one, always known the other of us was out there somewhere in the world, waiting. We only just happened to meet today.

Steward, Daughtry.  Mr. Daughtry, friend, sir, or whatever I may name you, this is no fairy-story of the open boat, the cross-bearings unnamable, and the treasure a fathom under the sand.  This is real.  I have a heart.  That, sir”—here he waved his extended hand under Daughtry’s nose—“is my hand.  There is only one thing you may do, must do, right now.  You must take that hand in your hand, and shake it, with your heart in your hand as mine is in my hand.” “But . . . but. . . ” Daughtry faltered. “If you don’t, then I shall not depart from this place.  I shall remain here, die here.  I know you are a leper.  You can’t tell me anything about that.  There’s my hand.  Are you going to take it?  My heart is there in the palm of it, in the pulse in every finger-end of it.  If you don’t take it, I warn you I’ll sit right down here in this chair and die.  I want you to understand I am a man, sir, a gentleman.  I am a friend, a comrade.  I am no poltroon of the flesh.  I live in my heart and in my head, sir—not in this feeble carcass I cursorily inhabit.  Take that hand.  I want to talk with you afterward.

We can ignore the lessons of nature and of history, but we cannot avoid the consequences of doing so. As Benjamin Franklin warned us, “Experience holds a dear school, but a fool will learn in no other.

Even Saints, I believe, are never cannonized until years after they've been carried to bed on six men's shoulders.

If I wanted to drive like an old lady, I’d buy a fucking Buick.

Saying “whatever” or “whenever” will only lead you to wherever.

We need to say to ourselves, "I am sorry that I ever doubted you.}

After a year living in a dream, it's time to know what is real.

His voice sounds like a mix between Chris Daughtry with the deepness and huskiness of Sully from Godsmack.

Stella ma priveste, iar expresia din ochii ei caprui e de departe cel mai frumos dar de ziua mea pe care l-as putea primi.

I wonder where we'd be if the masses knew just what a poem could do