Bob Dylan Quotes

You get older. You start having hopes for other people rather than yourself.

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.

There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here against my will/I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.

I wanted to understand things and then be free of them. I needed to learn how to telescope things, ideas. Things were too big to see all at once, like all the books in the library-everything laying around on all the tables. You might be able to put it all into one paragraph or into one verse of a song if you could get it right.

Well, my daddy, he didn't leave me much, you know he was a very simple man, but what he did tell me was this, he did say, son, he said, he say, you know it's possible to become so defiled in this world that your own father and mother will abandon you and if that happens, God will always believe in your ability to mend your ways.

A lot of people say there is no happiness in this life, and certainly there's no permanent happiness. But self-sufficiency creates happiness. Happiness is a state of bliss. Just because you're satisfied one moment - saying yes, it's a good meal, makes me happy - well, that's not going to necessarily be true the next hour. Life has its ups and downs, and time has to be your partner. Time is your soul mate. Children are happy. But they haven't really experienced ups and downs yet. I'm not exactly sure what happiness even means. I don't know if I personally could define it.

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.

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

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

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

Ain't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit.

Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid

I kinda live where I find myself.

I don't think there's enough guns.

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings. And I've never been too impressed.

Michelangelo indeed could have carved out your features.

I don't know if I call myself a poet or not. I would like to, but I'm not really qualified to make that decision, because I come in on such a back door, that I don't know what a Robert Frost or a [John] Keats or a T.S. Eliot would really think of my stuff.

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

the only thing i knew how to do was to keep on keeping on

Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.

Romance never does go out of fashion. It's radical. But it's out of step with the current media culture.

A lot of people from the press want to talk to me, but they never do.

I just don't hear anyone else making the music I'm making in my head, so I'll have to do it myself.

My songs were influenced not so much by poetry on the page but by poetry being recited by the poets who recited poems with jazz bands.

If you want to keep your memories, you first have to live them.

A song is anything that can walk by itself.

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

I was down in the sewer with some little lover.

It was better to be in chains with friends than in a garden with strangers. [An ancient Persian proverb.] So true, huh?

If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came. because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same.

I don't think I'm tangible to myself.

It's not easy to define poetry.

Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogs´ll lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For I´m one to many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark.

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.

Is your money that good, will it buy you forgiveness?

The land of milk and honey, they say it is the land of money.

You don't necessarily have to write to be a poet. Some people work in gas stations and they're poets. I don't call myself a poet, because I don't like the word. I'm a trapeze artist.

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

The National Bank at profit sells road maps for the soul.

When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul.

I think of rock 'n' roll as a combination of country blues and swing band music, not Chicago blues, and modern pop.

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

It's not important what other people call you. If you yourself know you're a fake, that's tougher to live with.

If not for you, winter wouldn't hold no spring, couldn't hear a robin sing. I just wouldn't have a clue, if not for you.

Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.