Quotes from Bob Dylan

Be grateful for the things you don't have that you don't want." -Bob Dylan's Dad

I never saw myself as a folk singer.

Love is all there is, it makes the world go around. Love and only love, it can't be denied.

In harmony with cosmic sea, true love needs no company. It can cure the soul, it can make it whole, if dogs run free.

I love Country Music but what happened to it?

If you try to be anyone but yourself, you will fail; if you are not true to your own heart, you will fail. Then again, there's no success like failure

Act the way you'd like to be and soon you'll be the way you'd like to act.

It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be...

every pleasure's got an edge of pain, pay your ticket and don't complain

Even if you don't have all the things you want, be grateful for the things you don't have that you don't want (Bob Dylan's dad)

i've forgotten more than you'll ever know

You need something to open up a new door, to show you something you seen before but overlooked a hundred times or more

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

To live outside the law you must be honest.

You're gonna have to serve somebody; well, it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody...

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.

People disagreeing everywhere you look makes you wanna stop and read a book.

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

I was so much older then; I'm younger than that now. From the back pages

It's a wicked life, but what the hell, the stars ain't falling down.

How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.

The truth was obscure, Too profound and too pure, To live it you had to explode