Beatles Quotes


You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.

Beatles    Connection    Dreamers    Dreaming    Dreams    Hope    Inspirational    Peace

As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.

Beatles    Men    Women

And, in the end
The love you take
is equal to the love you make.

Beatles    Inspirational    Live    Love    Music

The more I see, the less I know for sure.

Beatles    Life    Perception    Truth

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.

There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be...

Beatles    Destiny    Fate    Life

If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace.

Living is Easy with Eyes Closed.

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.

You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?...'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche...or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can't hide. Every single successful song of the past fifty years can be traced back to 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding.

Affection    Beatles    Hands    Love

I used to think anyone doing anything weird was weird. Now I know that it is the people that call others weird that are weird.

If being an egomaniac means I believe in what I do and in my art or music, then in that respect you can call me that... I believe in what I do, and I'll say it.

Art    Beatles    Confidence    Ego    Music    Self confidence

For those of you in the cheap seats I'd like ya to clap your hands to this one; the rest of you can just rattle your jewelry!

Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns it calls me on and on across the universe.

Beatles    Love    Sun    Universe

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.

Beatles    Kiss    Love    Miss you    Music    Song lyrics    Tomorrow

We all shine on...like the moon and the stars and the sun...we all shine on...come on and on and on...

Beatles    Immortality    Moon    Song lyrics    Stars    Sun

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.

Beatles    Beauty    Life    Nature    Sadness

Nothing is real.

God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

Beatles    God    Religion

It's all in the mind.

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'.

Timequake

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Timequake

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.
Let it be, let it be, .....
And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, .....

Whatever gets you through the night

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, the whole world would be vegetarian.

The thing the sixties did was to show us the possibilities and the responsibility that we all had. It wasn't the answer. It just gave us a glimpse of the possibility.

I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

And    Beatles    Blackbird    Broken    Fly    Learn    Mccartney    Paul    Take    The    These    To    Wings

I wasn't saying whatever they're saying I was saying. I'm sorry I said it really. I never meant it to be a lousy anti-religious thing. I apologize if that will make you happy. I still don't know quite what I've done. I've tried to tell you what I did do but if you want me to apologize, if that will make you happy, then OK, I'm sorry.

Apology    Beatles    Humor    Humour    Jesus    Religion

Show me that I m everywhere and get me home for tea.

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.

Beatles    Freedom    Freemen    Music    Mutant    Mutation    Rock    Timothy leary

It's all too much.

…Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. I don't know what will go first, rock 'n' roll or Christianity. We're more popular than Jesus now. Jesus was all right, but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It's them twisting it that ruins it for me.

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap.

Beatles    Soap    Threat

Anyway, there is one thing I have learned and that is not to dress uncomfortably, in styles which hurt: winklepicker shoes that cripple your feet and tight pants that squash your balls. Indian clothes are better.

Advice    Beatles    Clothes    Comfort

Well, for that matter, I was also a good friend of Leonardo da Vinci, Botticelli, Francis Bacon, Albert Einstein, and John, Paul, George, and Ringo." He pauses, seeing the blank look on my face and groaning when he says, "Christ, Ever, the Beatles!" He shakes his head and laughs. "God, you make me feel old.

Evermore

Alyson Noel

Evermore

Slipping? We're bigger than Jesus.

It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about Eleanor Rigby. It’s true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?

Your own space, man, it's so important. That's why we were doomed because we didn't have any. It is like monkeys in a zoo. They die. You know, everything needs to be left alone.

If there hadn't been an Elvis, there wouldn't have been the Beatles.

...it was not simply a matter of musical taste; whether you preferred the Beatles or [the Rolling] Stones said much about your personality and character. People who were happy, intelligent, well-adjusted, popular, clean, decent and punctual tended to be Beatles fans. Those who were evil, cretinous, scabby, drug-ridden, filthy, criminal perverts liked the Stones.
As for your author, I personally take no side in the controversy, remaining strictly neutral.

We stood there for a minute or two, with John swaying gently against my arm. 'I'm feeling better,' he announced. Then he looked up at the stars. 'Wow..' he intoned. 'Look at that! Isn't that amazing?".
I followed his gaze. The stars did look good but they didn't look that good. It was very unlike John to be over the top in that way. I stared at him. He was wired-pin-sharp and quivering, resonating away like a human tuning fork.
No sooner had John uttered his immortal words about the stars than George and Paul came bursting out on the roof. They had come tearing up from the studio as soon as they found out where we were.
They knew why John was feeling unwell. Maybe everyone else did, too - everyone except for father-figure George Martin here!
It was very simple. John was tripping on LSD. He had taken it by mistake, they said - he had meant to take an amphetamine tablet. That hardly made any difference, frankly; the fact was that John was only too likely to imagine he could fly, and launch himself off the low parapet that ran around the roof. They had been absolutely terrified that he might do so.
I spoke to Paul about this night many years later, and he confirmed that he and George had been shaken rigid when they found out we were up on the roof. They knew John was having a what you might call a bad trip. John didn't go back to Weybridge that night; Paul took him home to his place, in nearby Cavendish Road. They were intensely close, remember, and Paul would do almost anything for John. So, once they were safe inside, Paul took a tablet of LSD for the first time, 'So I could get with John' as he put it- be with him in his misery and fear.
What about that for friendship?

An entire generation now regards Nirvana as its version of the Beatles. They are of course hopelessly mistaken, but I would not recommend you tell them so.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.

This had seemed a safe choice, since to be against the Beatles (late-middle period) is to be against life.

I think I'm supposed to "take a sad song and make it better," but that's beyond my musical ability

I said to him, "State your business, mortal!" There was no need for me to call him "mortal" or to speak like a sixteenth-century knight. It just sounded cool.

John was the ne'er-do-well father, Paul was the hardworking mother trying to keep everything together. George was a slightly surly teenager, and Ringo was this happy-go-lucky young kid with his model airplane. That's really how it was.

As far as I'm concerned, there won't be a Beatles reunion as long as John Lennon remains dead.

Let it be.

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