Top 445 Quotes & Sayings by Bruce Springsteen - Page 8

Dancing in the dark. Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate, It'll take your God filled soul. Fill it with devils.

We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie; Home's a long, long way from us. I feel a dirty wind blowing; Devils and dust.

The wise men were all fools, what to do?

The story I have told throughout my work life I could not have told as well without Clarence.

I tend to be pessimistic. I want to believe in hope.

She went away, she cut me like a knife Hello beautiful thing, maybe you could save my life In just a glance, down here on magic street Loves a fool's dance And I ain't got much sense, but I still got my feet.

For me, President Obama is our best choice because he has a vision of the United States as a place where we are all in this together.

Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell And I feel like I'm comin' home.

Just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of... Well, the time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of Glory days - yeah, they'll pass you by, Glory days - in the wink of a young girl's eye.

We're here to re-dedicate you to The Power, The Passion, The Mystery, and The Ministry of Rock and Roll.

My heart's dark, but it's rising. I'm pulling all the faith I can see.

When I was young, it was sort of built to intimidate. Even on this very local level in this very small church in this small town, it still held that sort of - held you in the palm of its darkness.

Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see? Trying to learn how to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the Backstreets.

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive.

now you play the loving woman, I play the faithful man

The street's alive as secret debts are paid, Contacts made, they vanished unseen. Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades Hustling for the record machine. The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands That face off against each other out in the street, down in Jungleland.

Baby, in a world without pity Do you think what I'm askin's too much I just want to feel you in my arms Share a little of that Human Touch.

Well let there be sunlight, let there be rain Let the brokenhearted love again Sherry, we can run with our arms open before the tide.

The criminal ineptitude makes you furious.

An audience is not brought to you or given to you; it's something that you fight for.

If the angels are unkind or the season is dark Or if in the end Love just falls apart Well then here's to our destruction Baby let me be your soul driver.

The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad.

Your flag flyin' over the courthouse Means certain things are set in stone. Who we are, what we'll do and what we won't

I spot a little stranger standing across the room, my brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more room.

Well everybody's got a secret, son, something that they just can't face. Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it, they carry it with them every step that they take Till some day they just cut it loose, cut it loose or let it drag 'em down Where no one asks any questions or looks too long in your face In the darkness on the edge of town.