Top 880 Quotes & Sayings by Bob Dylan - Page 14

Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.

There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places.

Oh, the inmates and the prisoners I found they were my kind And it was there inside the bars I found my peace of mind But the jails they were too crowded Institutions overflowed So they turned me loose to walk upon Life's hurried tangled road

It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry

Why wait any longer for the one you love When he’s standing in front of you

They kill people here who stand up for their rights The system's just too damned corrupt It's always the same, the name of the game Is who do you know higher up

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

Well, it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances

Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line. Beauty walks a razor's edge...someday I'll make it mine.

When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can't find my knees.

The highlight of my career? That's easy, Elvis recording one of my songs.

You know, the streets are filled with vipers Who've lost all ray of hope You know, it ain't even safe no more In the palace of the Pope

Dead man, dead man When will you arise? Cobwebs in your mind Dust upon your eyes

Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.

You swore you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realise He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say, do you want to make a deal How does it feel

If I had the stars from the darkest night and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss, for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

The whole world's a bottle, And life's but a dram, When the bottle gets empty, It sure ain't worth a damn.

I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.

Silvio, I gotta go, find out something only dead men know.

You don't count the dead, when god's on your side.

God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine, Their breath is as sweet, The dew on the vine.

If you don't have to write songs, why write them? I've got enough where I don't really feel the urge to write anything additional.

Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead.

All the tired horses in the sun How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.

All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.

In the dime stores and bus stations? People talk of situations? Read books, repeat quotations? Draw conclusions on the wall? Some speak of the future? My love she speaks softly? She knows there’s no success like failure? And that failure’s no success at all -Bob Dylan, “Love Minus Zero / No Limit” (1965)

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one.

In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed to some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.

I'm in love with my second cousin.

Yesterday is just a memory.

In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.

How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?

The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody's always sinking.

Morality has nothing in common with politics.

Beyond here lies nothin' But the mountains of the past

You can have your youth It'll rot before your eyes

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

God knows there's a heaven.

She knows there's no success like failure, and that failure's no success at all.

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? -Bob Dylan, "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” (1966)

Don't think twice, it's alright.

Cop comes down the street crazy as a loon, he throws us in jail for carrying harpoons.

I'm one too many mornings, and a thousand miles behind.

Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.

They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in, sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks.

It may look like I'm moving but I'm standing still.

Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

You might be a rock and roll addict prancing on the stage. You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage.

As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree, and the locusts sang off in the distance.

Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity.

It wouldn't kill you to stay the night anyway.

I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.

I just wanted a song to sing, and there came a point where I couldn't sing anything...nobo dy else was writing what I wanted to sing. I couldn't find it anywhere. If I could I probably would never have started writing.

Advertising signs: they con you into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on all around you

There's been rumors of war and wars that have been The meaning of life has been lost in the wind And some people thinkin' that the end is close by 'Stead of learnin' to live they are learnin' to die

If you want to know how to please a woman, just talk to a neuroscience major from Columbia.

Uncle fought in Vietnam and then he fought a war all by himself.

Sold my guitar to the baker's son for a few crumbs and a place to hide.