Quotes to inspire and reflect

We’re leaving Babylon We’re going to our Father’s land.

It’s only a matter of time, Indian you can’t sleep with the river forever.

A hungry mob is an angry mob.

And hey Mr. Cop Ain’t got no birth certificate on me now

Every day the bucket a go a well One day the bottom a go drop out.

Slave driver, the table is turn. Catch a fire so you can get burn.

One good thing about music When it hits you You feel no pain.

Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes-Benz, My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.

Down on me, down on me, Looks like everybody in this whole round world Is down on me.

Fish bones walked the waves off Hatteras And there were other signs That Death wooed us, by water, wooed us By land:

There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke

I see my light come shining From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released.

And here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice.

To live outside the law, you must be honest.

The pump don’t work ’Cause the vandals took the handles.

You got a lot of nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning.

You don’t need a weather man To know which way the wind blows

How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?

Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship, My senses have been stripped, My hands can’t feel to grip, My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.

And if my thought-dreams could be seen They’d probably put my head in a guillotine But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life and life only

While money doesn’t talk, it swears.

But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked.

From the fool’s gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying.

Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out, the saints are comin’ through And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

But I was so much older then I’m younger than that now.

The order is Rapidly fadin’. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin’.

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I’ll be gone You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on Don’t think twice, it’s all right

Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’, But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’, And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man?… The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

I love the sound of the bone against the plate and the fortress-like look of it lying before me in a moat of risotto, the meat soft as the leg of an angel who has lived a purely airborne existence.

History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave. But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up And hope and history rhyme.

Of all the questions you might want to ask about angels, the only one you ever hear is how many can dance on the head of a pin. No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit on earth or guiding a boy and a girl across a rickety wooden bridge.

And that moment when the bird sings very close To the music of what happens.

You lose more of yourself than you redeem Doing the decent thing.

It all came back to me last night, stirred By the sootfall of your things at bedtime, Your head-down, tail-up hunt in a bottom drawer For the black plunge-line nightdress.

I shouldered a kind of manhood stepping in to lift the coffins of dead relations.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.

Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests. I’ll dig with it.

A word after a word after a word is power.

Father, I love you, yet how can I say thank you, I who can’t hold my liquor either and don’t even know the places to fish.

how to love this world.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms.

There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.

There is only one question:

It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.