Quotes About Rock

Psalm 94:22 tells us, "The Lord is my defense; and my God is the rock of my refuge.

He did not feel guilty. He did not feel. The rock was a solidification of his feeling, his conscience, his sense of reality, his self-knowledge.

drive through the 670-foot tunnel carved into Marys Rock in 1932.

There's a lot of people saying we'd be better off dead. I don't feel like a satan but I guess I am...keep on rockin' the free world.

When Simon by his works proves himself to be a true and faithful disciple then he receives the surname of Peter or the rock, the unmoved disciple, the one who cannot be bribed or coerced by any visitor. He is called by his Lord Simon Peter, the one who faithfully hears the commands of his Lord and besides which commands he hears not.

The law is always in operation, always absolute. Your consciousness is the rock upon which all structures rest. Watch what you are aware of. You need not concern yourself with others because you are sustained by the absoluteness of this law.

I said that foundational figures of rock can be accommodated within a Beethovenian model of greatness, and the masculinism of 20th-century rock stars finds its contemporary equivalent in the sometimes overt misogyny of hip hop. I also

No, I'm talking about being a complete loser. That's something totally new to the rock idiom, which by its very nature is immature and totally macho-orientated in its basic attitude.

Self-destructing – in rock, in public, in fact anywhere – is not good for the human spirit, not to mention the lungs, liver and kidneys. Artistically, it's best approached the way David Bowie did it in the mid-1970s. His cocaine addiction turned him into a withered stick-insect figure of a man but also inspired the best music of his entire career. Then he sorted himself out and became the golden-haired survivor we know and love today.

That complexity may only have been 'quiet, loud, quiet, loud again', but at a time when most rock bands only had two volume settings – painfully loud and really, really painfully loud – this was groundbreaking stuff.

Everyone remembers Syd for his songwriting, but he probably deserves equal credit for his radical concept of improvised rock music.

This country's bones and flesh are made of rock and its blood is the ice-cold water of glacier melt.

The soul should open itself up to foreign invasion, refuse to defend itself, favor the enemy, so that our authentic being appears and arises, not like a fragile structure protected by our timidity, but like our rock, our incorruptible granite.

Ozzy Osbourne and Motley Crue in New Orleans on Mardi Gras = bad idea!

By '82 we were grossing a quarter of a million dollars every night in merchandise. Every . . . single . . . night.

Mars is a rock - cold, empty, almost airless, dead. Yet it's heaven in a way. We can see it in the night sky, a whole other world, but too nearby, too close within the reach of the people who've made such a hell of life here on Earth.

A sudden presence like a burst of song, like the wind singing in a burning building, a glance that holds the world and all its seas and mountains dangling in the air, body of light filtered through an agate, thighs of light, belly of light, the bays, the solar rock, cloud-colored body, color of a brisk and leaping day, the hour sparkles and has a body, the world is visible through your body, transparent through your transparency,

If one could know whether among that glittering host there were here and there other spirit-inhabited grains of rock and metal, whether man's blundering search for wisdom and for love was a sole and insignificant tremor, or part of a universal movement!

Officially, we didn't have a band leader. Unofficially, we all knew it was Tony [Iommi].

Apart from Tony Iommi – who I'd never seen again since leaving school – I didn't even know anyone who could play a musical instrument. So, instead, I decided to grow my hair long and get some tattoos. At least I'd look the part. The hair was easy. The tattoos stung like a f**king bastard.

After a real snake ended up on stage one night, it was well and truly pissed off about being on stage with Ozzy Osbourne, that snake was.

Rock and roll is the blues with a mania.

Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice. "Why not an ornament?" "Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And they're... stubbon and hard to move.

Something—he wondered later if it was simply his youth—something that had weighed upon him until that moment broke off him, the way a piece of rock slides slowly into the sea and disappears in a spray of foam.