Dolly Parton Quotes

When a girl didn’t have anyone to stand up for her, that girl had to stand up for her own damn self.

It would be better to have a new enemy, wouldn’t it, instead of an old one? The demons of the past were the hardest to slay.

It takes a lot of money to look this cheap.

Is it easy?
No it ain’t
Can I fix it?
No I cain’t
But I sure ain’t gonna take it lyin’ down

I make a point to appreciate all the little things in my life. I go out and smell the air after a good, hard rain. I re-read passages from my favorite books. I hold the little treasures that somebody special gave me. These small actions help remind me that there are so many great, glorious pieces of good in the world.

Sometimes chivalry is just nice,

down at the far end, with an untouched beer in front of him, sat Ethan Blake and his knife blade cheekbones. She couldn’t see his eyes under the brim of his baseball cap, but they were probably smoldering enough to start a fire.

There's some that constantly put monkeys on your back. It' their monkey, but somehow you end up carrying it. Often there are people who really care, but they constantly have problems and they want to share it with you and you're constantly trying to fix things for them. In truth, you're worried more about their problems than you do your own. Be weary of the monkeys.

I asked Carl to go to the event with me, and he agreed. We rented him a tuxedo, and he looked very handsome in it, if a little uncomfortable. The tuxedo was only the beginning of a miserable evening for Carl. Everywhere we went there were crowds of people, including photographers, and everybody made a big fuss over us.
Carl sat through the ceremony and patiently waited afterward while I shook hands and accepted congratulations from a throng of music-industry people. I thought he was really handsome in his tux, but you could tell by the look on his face it suited him like a sock on a rooster. He didn’t say much all evening long, but on the way home, he took off his tuxedo jacket and tie and then even his shirt. I’ll never forget the way he looked sitting there in the car with his suspenders across his bare chest.
Finally, he turned to me and said calmly, “Honey, I love you and I will support you in your career any way that I can. I know it’s a big part of you and you wouldn’t be the same person if you didn’t do it. But the limelight’s just not for me. I’ll be there at home waiting for you, but I am not going to any more of these wingdings.” He has been a wingdingless man of his word ever since.

Is it easy? She sang again. No it ain’t. Can I fix it? No I can’t. But I sure ain’t gonna take it lyin’ down

Be whatever your dreams and your luck will let you be.

Don't get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life.

I would sit up on top of the woodpile playing and singing at the top of my lungs. Sometimes I would take a tobacco stake and stick it in the cracks between the boards on the front porch. A tin can on top of the tobacco stake turned it into a microphone, and the porch became my stage. I used to perform for anybody or anything I could get to watch. The younger kids left in my care would become the unwilling audience for my latest show. A two-year-old’s attention span is not very long. So there I would be in the middle of my act, thinking I was really something, and my audience would start crawling away. I was so desperate to perform that on more than one occasion I sang for the chickens and the pigs and ducks. They didn’t applaud much, but with the aid of a little corn, they could be counted on to hang around for a while.

Wouldn't it be something if we could have things we love in abudance without their losing that special attraction the want of them held for us.

Sometimes you could see the scars and sometimes you couldn’t. But everybody had them.