Explore Quotes by Bob Dylan

Well, I don't know, but I've been told the streets in heaven are lined with gold. I ask you how things could get much worse if the Russians happen to get up there first; Wowee! pretty scary!

There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes

Art can lead you to God. I think that's the purpose of everything. If it's not doing that, what's it doing? It's leading you the other way. It's certainly not leading you nowhere.

But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned.

Done laid around, done stayed around_x000D__x000D_This old town too long_x000D__x000D_And it seems like I've got to travel on

He swift don't win the race. It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.

Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.

I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.

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

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

...don't criticize what you can't understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.

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

I'll remember you. When I've forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.

You're gonna have to serve somebody.

Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.

Yesterday is just a memory.

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.

Every brain is civilized, Every nerve is analyzed, Everything is criticized when you are in need.

I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.

Despite everybody who has been born and has died, the world has just gone on. I mean, look at Napoleon -but we went right on. Look at Harpo Marx -the world went around, it didn't stop for a second. It's sad but true. John Kennedy, right?

The purpose of art is to stop time.