A Quote by Bob Dylan

Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line. — © Bob Dylan
Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line.
Now, mark it. This may be strong language, but heed it. The people mean it, and, my friends of the Eastern Democracy, we bid farewell when you do that thing.
Hope allows us to bid farewell to fear.
The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The new order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.
In my humble opinion, we should now have reached peak oil. So it is high time to close this critical chapter in the history of international oil industry and bid the mighty peak farewell.
I make my stand and remain as I am, and bid farewell and not give a damn.
... I bid farewell to my readers in the hope that they have formed their own opinion as to the meaning of the word "combination".
Anyone who wants to know the human psyche will learn next to nothing from experimental psychology. He would be better advised to abandon exact science, put away his scholar's gown, bid farewell to his study, and wander with human heart through the world.
If we move toward the weaponisation of space, we can bid farewell to the planet. The chances of survival are very slight.
Ever since my early teens, I've tried to swing the driver very fast. Back then, it was as fast as I could. But now that I'm 24, I'm working to dial back some of that speed, knowing I have an extra gear if needed. The goal is to protect myself from injuries down the road - especially to my back.
I let my feet spend as little time on the ground as possible. From the air, fast down, and from the ground, fast up.
When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
To all my gentle readers who have treated me with love for over 30 years, I must say farewell. It has always been my ambition to die in harness with my head face down on a keyboard and my nose caught between two of the keys, but that's not the way it worked out. I have had a long and happy life and I have no complaints about the ending, thereof, and so farewell - farewell.
I now bid farewell to the country of my birth - of my passions - of my death; a country whose misfortunes have invoked my sympathies - whose factions I sought to quell - whose intelligence I prompted to a lofty aim - whose freedom has been my fatal dream.
Last night I dreamed I was still human, but now I have woken up, into something better. Farewell, my friends, farewell.
I hadn't said goodbye. It had been easier, like always, to just disappear, sparing myself the messy details of another farewell. Now, my fingers hovered over my track pad, moving the cursor down to his comment section before I stopped myself. What was the point? Anything I said now would only be an afterthought. Elizabeth who goes by her middle name
I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?
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