Loves Quotes Biography
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I could hire out to the other side, the big money side, and get several dollars every week just to quit singing my own songs and to sing the kind that knock you down farther and the ones that poke fun at you even more and the ones that make you think you've not got any sense at all. But I decided a long time ago that I'd starve to death before I'd sing any such songs as that. The radio waves and your movies and your jukeboxes and your songbooks are already loaded down and running over with such no good songs as that anyhow.
Words by Woody Guthrie
Copyright © 2001 by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
Use without permission prohibited.
I love a good man outside the law,
just as much as I hate a bad man inside the law.
-Woody Guthrie, "Pretty Boy Floyd" lyric sheet notation, 1940's.
MY SECRET
Love is the only God that I’ll ever believe in.
The books of the holy bible never say but one time just exactly what God is, and in those three little words it pours out a hundred million college educations and says, God Is Love.
And that is the only real definite answer to ten thousand wild queries and questions that I my own self tossed at my bible. That is the only really sensible, easy, honest, warm, plain, quick and clear answer I found - when I was ready to throw so-called fearful cowardly thieving poisoning religion out my trash door, it was those three words that made not only religion, but also several other sorts of superstitious fears and hatreds in me meet one very quick death.
God is Love.
God is really love.
Love can be, and sure enough is, moving in all things, in all places, in all forms of life at the same snap of your finger.
Love is the powers of magnetic powers and repulsions that causes all shapes and forms of life to run to a hotspot and meet its mate.
Love makes this wonder then, in fifty thousand billions of uncounted trillions of life’s forms, shapes, patterns, in every step and in every stage of life; in the lives of the living cells, in the lives of the living bugs; the lives of the biting insects; the lives of the living reptiles, the lives of the living animals; and in the very life bloods of all the living forms of birds; and in the same plain ways all through the moves and the actions, the very thoughts, of every human being that travels here in plain view of our eyes.
Love moves them all. And in all of them love does move.
And wherever I look to see a wiggle or a waggle or a shape of humanly form, there I know is a thing not to be in any way hated, not in any matter despized nor even feared, nor shadowed around with insane cold suspicions; but to test forever and for all my days and for all my nights too, my powers of love, (I mean by that) my own powers to love.
Love casts out hate.
Love gets rid of all fears.
Love washes all clean.
Love forgives all debts.
Love forgets all mistakes.
Love overcomes all errors and excuses and pardons and understands the key reasons why the mistake, the error, the stumble, the sprawl, the fall, was made.
Love heals all.
Love operates faster and surer than space or time, or both.
Love does not command you, order you, dictate to you, nor even try to base your acts and your actions; love much rather asks for you to tell its forces what to do and where to go and how to build up your planet(s) here by the blueprint plans of your warmest heart desire.
Love can’t operate in your behalf as long as your own sickly fear will not permit love to operate in your behalf.
Love is universal.
Love governs the spin and the whirl of this earthly planet all around through your skies here;
Love moves and love balances every other planet star you see there above you by the uncounted blue jillions.
Love moves and balances fifty billion and more kinds of powers and rays and forces inside every little grain of sand. And love causes peace and harmony to whirl a new whole universe on the inside of every little atom.
Love catches up with space.
Love outruns time.
Love makes the big world little and the little world big.
Love makes all good seed fertile.
Love multiplies and love divides.
Love is in the triggery works of all mathematical numberings.
Love moves to drive the weather and all of the powers of your elements. I see above all how your minds and your storms and all of your clear sunny skies are not just big accidents.
Love allows no accident to happen.
Love lets no waster occur.
Love wastes no ounce of motion.
Love works all mysteries.
Love works all miracles; yet I call no working of love a miracle. (Nor a mystery).
Love labours only for the next good and welfare of the most people; for by doing the most good for the most people, love operates fastest.