Quotes by Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run

Explore a curated collection of 13 quotes by Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run. Discover timeless wisdom, insightful thoughts, and memorable words that have inspired readers around the world. Browse through the gallery below and click on any quote to read more.

They cried. Yes, yes, they cried. Cried more tears than the Mississippi could hold, but those tears never washed away th — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
No child should ever be too sad to play. — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
Papas should be loving their children so much that they cry when they gone. That’s what papas is supposed to do. — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
Do whatever you must do to protect your children and wife. — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
He says that we must protect our families no matter what. No matter what we got to do to protect them. — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
Mamas are always crying about how one day they see you as a baby, and the next morning, they see you growed up. — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
We gonna be a family again in Heaven. It takes some strong patience, but the Lord will come through. And as long as we h — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
…when you lonely is the best time to pray, to speak to the Lord, and most important, to listen to the Lord… — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
Be careful how close you get to someone... It just ends up hurting more than not having no one to love to begin with. — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
Ain’t nothing worse to a mama than losing her baby— — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
As the Mississippi snaked and their old home slipped further away, perhaps Samuel had finally left the curse behind. — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
Do good and be a good person because that’s just what the Lord expects. There just ain’t nothing special about being and — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run
Samuel finally understood the sound of the wind after all these years: The winds were a chorus of the prairie’s ever-pre — Andrew Galasetti, These Colors Don't Run