Rock Quotes

“Man, you weigh a freaking ton," he told me. "What've you been eating, rocks?"
"Why, is your head missing some?" I croaked. His mouth almost quirked in a smile, and that's when I knew how upset he'd been”
― James Patterson, The Angel Experiment

“I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, 'The Beatles did'.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., Timequake

“When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to loose.”
― Bob Dylan

“Why should I care what other people think of me? I am who I am. And who I wanna be.”
― Avril Lavigne

“If Music is a Place -- then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.”
― Vera Nazarian

“Mellow is the man who knows what he's been missing”
― Led Zeppelin

“It's me. I chose this. I chose all of this — this rock has been waiting for me my entire life. I’ve been moving towards it my whole life.”
― Aron Ralston, Between a Rock and a Hard Place

“I declare that The Beatles are mutants. Prototypes of evolutionary agents sent by God, endowed with a mysterious power to create a new human species, a young race of laughing freemen.”
― Timothy Leary

“Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

“Don't waste your time or time will waste you.”
― Muse

“Even a rock moves on.”
― Anthony Liccione

“One day your life will flash before your eyes,Make sure it's worth watchin”
― Gerard Way

“What's my age again?”
― Blink-182

“Dont test me,
Second guess me,
Protest me,
You will DISAPEAR!

(East Jesus of Nowhere)”
― Billie Joe Armstrong

“Three young cats with starlight in their eyes and the whisper of ancient wind in their fur."

-Rock, Cats of the Clans”
― Erin Hunter

“I've always been spiritual but I've never had a proper context, and it took me a while to find the proper context. It's hard to realize you can have any kind of relationship with God you want... and so I now have a punk rock relationship with God”
― Billy Corgan

“Do not feel sad for your tears as rocks never regret the waterfalls”
― Munia Khan

“Wings are like dreams. Before each flight, a bird takes a small jump, a leap of faith, believing that its wings will work. That jump can only be made with rock solid feet.”
― J.R. Rim

“Don’t cry,” he whispers. “Just let me do what I do best, baby. Let me take care of you.” “It’s hard for me to let people in, Leo.” “I’m already in,” he reminds me. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
― Kristen Proby, Rock with Me

“The music defied classification. If I had been writing a
review of the show, I would have labeled it progressive,
guitar-driven rock ’n’ roll. But the guitars made sounds guitars
didn’t always make. Symphonic sounds. Sacred sounds.
The music dug in so deep you didn’t hear it so much as feel
it, reminding me of a dream I used to have when I was a kid,
where I would be standing on a street corner, I would jump
into the air, flap my arms, and soar up into the sky.
That’s the only way I could describe the music.
It was the sonic equivalent of flight.”
― Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star

“Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, took the midnight train going anywhere...
Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit, took the midnight train going anywhere...”
― Journey

“There is no dark side of the moon really. As a matter of fact it's all dark.”
― Pink Floyd, Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon

“Music shouldn't be just a tune, it should be a touch.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“ya better come inside
when you're ready to
but no chance if ya don't wanna dance
you like four letter words when you're ready to
but then you won't 'cos you know that you can
”
― Def Leppard

“Don't put a lump of rock under my elbow again!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Musicians have always had a better understanding of love than the rest of us. Over the years they have told us that love: is like a rock, is here to stay, is all you need, will find a way, will keep us together, will tear us apart, sucks.”
― Cuthbert Soup, Another Whole Nother Story

“She's got everything she needs; she's an artist, she don't look back.”
― Bob Dylan, Lyrics, 1962-1985

“The Devil has all the best tunes? My arse! Metalville just got a new sheriff.”
― Mark Rice, Metallic Dreams

“Left alone, I am overtaken by the northern void-no wind, no cloud, no track, no bird, only the crystal crescents between peaks, the ringing monuments of rock that, freed from the talons of ice and snow, thrust an implacable being into the blue. In the early light, the rock shadows on the snow are sharp; in the tension between light and dark is the power of the universe. This stillness to which all returns, this is reality, and soul and sanity have no more meaning than a gust of snow; such transience and insignificance are exalting, terrifying, all at once…Snow mountains, more than sea or sky, serve as a mirror to one’s own true being, utterly still, utterly clear, a void, an Emptiness without life or sound that carries in Itself all life, all sound.”
― Peter Matthiessen, The Snow Leopard

“Fifteen years ago, the cultural critic Greil Marcus wrote of Jimi's performance of our national anthem as "his great NO to the war, to racism, to whatever you or he might think of and want gone. But then that discord shattered, and for more than four and a half long, complex minutes Hendrix pursued each invisible crack in a vessel that had once been whole, feeling out and exploring and testing himself and his music against anguish, rage, fear, hate, love offered, and love refused. When he finished, he had created an anthem that could never be summed up and that would never come to rest. In the end it was a great YES, both a threat and a beckoning, an invitation to America to match its danger, glamour, and freedom."

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In late 1969, Jimi Hendrix wrote a poem celebrating Woodstock, saying with words what his music had in August: "500,000 halos outshined the mud and history. We washed and drank in God's tears of joy. And for once, and for everyone, the truth was not still a mystery.”
― Michael Lang, The Road to Woodstock