A Quote by Bob Dylan

He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill. — © Bob Dylan
He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.
We should be hell bent on getting those weapons of mass destruction, hell bent on having a credible approach to them, but we should try to do it in a way which keeps the world together and that achieves our goal which is removing the... defanging Saddam.
I was hell bent on destruction... it was like being possessed by a demon.
Be Yourself -The man who is neither bent upon pleasing his fellows nor afraid of offending them will enjoy great peace.
Art is often confused with the skill of drawing. It is the skill of making.
Henry V' is a great deal more than almost any other hell-bent-for-armor movie that you've seen.
'Henry V' is a great deal more than almost any other hell-bent-for-armor movie that you've seen.
Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible.
I've never been able to write a movie script. I respect that skill so much, but it's not been the way my brain works.
I'm also not sure that I look up to others as knowing what the hell is going on, except maybe Andre Agassi, who, when I interviewed him, while covering the U.S. Open, seemed to know what was going on. My basic assumption is that we're all confused all the time. Some people do act more confident, though. Maybe they aren't confused. I am. I'm confused.
I can't tell you how many pictures I've missed just 'cause I've been so hell bent on getting the shot I think I want.
Men are confused. They're conflicted. They want a woman who's their intellectual equal, but they're afraid of women like that. They want a woman they can dominate, but then they hate her for being weak. It's an ambivalence that goes back to a man's relationship with his mother. Source of his life, center of his universe, object of both his fear and his love.
I was a very ziddi kid. One Diwali, I was hell-bent on lighting an anaar on my palm, and it burst on my palm! It is not a great memory but I still remember that.
He took a hairpin out of my untidy hair (by now my complicated arrangement of ringlets must have looked as if a couple of birds had been nesting there); he took a strand of it and wound it around his finger. With his other hand he began stroking my face, and then he bent down and kissed me again, this time very cautiously. I closed my eyes - and the same thing happened as before: my brain suffered that delicious break in transmission.
The great player, so much of the greatness, in my mind, is in his heart and his head. It's not in his body, in his skill set. It comes from having great talent but wanting to mold that and fit it together into being special. And being special means winning championships.
There was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves
BRAIN, n. An apparatus with which we think that we think. That which distinguishes the man who is content to be something from the man who wishes to do something. A man of great wealth, or one who has been pitchforked into high station, has commonly such a headful of brain that his neighbors cannot keep their hats on. In our civilization, and under our republican form of government, brain is so highly honored that it is rewarded by exemption from the cares of office.
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