boston

"Can't help this feeling, Can't help this feeling. I can't believe it's open for discussion, We've said our goodbyes. I've been a fool not to see the repercussions You've had in my life. I'm at the point of no return, I've finally crossed the line. Don't want to stop and watch the bridges burn, Cause I can't stand to see you stay behind."

"Now I like taking off, Don't like burning out. Every time you turn it on Makes me want to shout. We keep getting hotter, Moving way too fast. If we don't slow this fire down, We're not going to last.Cool the engines, Red line's getting near. Cool the engines, Better take it out of gear."

"Babe, tomorrow's so far away. There's something I just have to say. I don't think I can hide what I'm feelin' inside Another day, knowin' I love you. And I, I'm getting too close again. I don't want to see it end. If I tell you tonight will you turn out the light, And walk away knowing I love you?I'm going to take you by surprise and make you realize Amanda. I'm going to tell you right away, I can't wait another day Amanda. I'm going to say it like a man and make you understand Amanda. I love you."

"I looked out this morning and the sun was gone, Turned on some music to start my day. I lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away...It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling). When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling). I begin dreaming (more than a feeling), 'Till I see Marianne walk away. I see my Marianne walkin' away."

"Well come on All you people, The time has come to get together. You gotta have a little rock 'n' roll music To get you through the stormy weather And do whatever you feel. When you let go, Nothing's gonna help you more than rock 'n' roll."

"You look up at me And somewhere in your mind you see A man I'll never be. If only I could find a way, I'd feel like I'm the man you believe I am. And it's getting harder every day for me To hide behind this dream you see, A man I'll never be."

"Don't look back, ooh a new day is breakin', It's been too long since I felt this way. I don't mind ooh where I get taken, The road is callin', today is the day."

"Now I'm not like this, I'm really kind of shy, But I get this feeling whenever you walk by. I don't want to down you, I want to make you high, If you you could see your way to me, come on and let me try.Let me take you home tonight, Mamma now it's alright. Let me take you home tonight, I'll show you sweet delight."

"Going to hitch a ride, Head for the other side. Leave it all behind, Never change my mind. Going to sail away, Sun lights another day. Freedom on my mind, Carry me away for the last time. Oh yeah."

"We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll, You gotta let yourself go, the band's gonna take control. We're gettin' down today, We'll pick you up and take you away, Get down tonight.Smokin', smokin', We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin'. Smokin', smokin', I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah."

"Well, we were just another band out of Boston, On the road to try to make ends meet. Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our cars And we practiced right on out in the street. No, we didn't have much money. We barely made enough to survive. But when we got up on stage and got ready to play, People came alive.Rock and roll band, everybody's waitin', Gettin' crazy, anticipating love and music. Play, play, play. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

"It's been such a long time, I think I should be goin', yeah. And time doesn't wait for me, it keeps on rollin'. Sail on, on a distant highway. I've got to keep on chasin' a dream, I've gotta be on my way. Wish there was something I could say.Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' along. You'll forget about me after I've been gone. And I take what I find, I don't want no more, It's just outside of your front door."

"Now if your feelin' kinda low 'bout the dues you've been payin', Future's comin' much too slow. And you wanna run but somehow you keep on stayin', Can't decide on which way to go.I understand about indecision, But I don't care if I get behind. People living in competition, All I want is to have my peace of mind."

"So what if a kid dies? God will take care of him."

"These two mass murders were not the tip of the spear of a new invasion of al-Qaeda terrorists. These were two dysfunctional angry young men."

"Had about eight bullets in him and he was still fighting us... The only thing I had was my empty gun and I pistol-whipped him. I was trying to knock him out. I hit him as hard as I could, 10 or 12 times, couldn't knock him out... I only did it because I thought we were gonna die. I mean, truly, thought we were gonna die."

"He came charging up the street, shooting at me... So we're about six feet apart when he ran up that driveway, and he was shooting at me and I was exchanging gunfire with him... I'm lying there and I saw the front wheels go over Tamerlan. I saw him bounce up underneath the carriage a couple of times. I saw him get hung up in the rear wheels and get dragged 20, 25 feet... All we saw was taillights at that point."

"Do you know the Boston Marathon explosion? I did it."

"My wife opened up Internet, and on AOL, on AOL I saw a picture of Dzhokhar. I say, Dzhokhar, if you are alive, turn yourself in, and ask for forgiveness from the victims, from the injured, and from those who left, ask forgiveness from these people."

"He put a shame; he put a shame on our family. The Tsarni family! He put a shame on the entire Chechen ethnicity!"

"Boston people; with a mission to regenerate the world, Indians especially."

"A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas."

"A hundred thousand men were led By one calf near three centuries dead; They followed still his crooked way And lost a hundred years a day; For thus such reverence is lent To well-established precedent."

"One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do. * * * * * And men two centuries and a half Trod in the footsteps of that calf."

"The sea returning day by day Restores the world-wide mart. So let each dweller on the Bay Fold Boston in his heart Till these echoes be choked with snows Or over the town blue ocean flows."

"A Boston man is the east wind made flesh."

"Massachusetts has been the wheel within New England, and Boston the wheel within Massachusetts. Boston therefore is often called the "hub of the world," since it has been the source and fountain of the ideas that have reared and made America."

"It's the ultimate Boston transportation. On land there's the Omni, but all those slow cars get in the way. There's public transit – the T — but if you're in good shape, it's usually faster to walk. Bicycles aren't bad. But on water, nothing stops you and there isn't anything important in Boston that isn't within two blocks of being wet. The Harbor and the city are interlocked like wrestling squid, tentacles of water and land snaking off everywhere, slashed with bridges or canals."

"Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You couldn't pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation straightened out for a crow-bar."

"Our people are timid, desponding, recreant whimperers. If they fail in their first enterprises they lose all heart. If the young merchant fails, men say he is ruined. If the finest genius studies at the Cambridge Divinity College, and is not ordained within a year afterwards in Boston, or New York, it seems to his friend and himself that he is justified in being disheartened and in complaining for the rest of his life. A sturdy New Hampshire man or Vermonter who in turn tries all the professions, who teams it, farms it, peddles, keeps a school, preaches, edits a newspaper, goes to Congress, and so forth, in successive years, and always like a cat falls on his feet, is worth a hundred of these Boston dolls. My brave Henry here who is content to live now, and feels no shame in not studying any profession, for he does not postpone his life but lives already—pours contempt on these crybabies of routine and Boston. He has not one chance but a hundred chances."

"On another occasion, I returned to Boston, where Cell 16 had fulfilled one of my dreams by organizing a forum in historic Fannueil Hall in old Boston. In that hall, Lucy Stone, the Grimké sisters, Sojourner Truth, William Lloyd Garrison, John Brown, and Frederick Douglass had held antislavery and profeminist meetings during the decades before the Civil War. Their legacy had motivated me to move to Boston to launch female liberation."

"Boston is a great city — and Music Hall has a fame almost as extensive as that of Boston. Nowhere more than here have the principles of human freedom been expounded. But for the circumstances already mentioned, it would seem almost presumption for me to say anything here about those principles. And yet, even here, in Boston, the moral atmosphere is dark and heavy. The principles of human liberty, even I correctly apprehended, find but limited support in this hour a trial. The world moves slowly, and Boston is much like the world. We thought the principle of free speech was an accomplished fact. Here, if nowhere else, we thought the right of the people to assemble and to express their opinion was secure. Dr. Channing had defended the right, Mr. Garrison had practically asserted the right, and Theodore Parker had maintained it with steadiness and fidelity to the last. But here we are today contending for what we thought we gained years ago. The mortifying and disgraceful fact stares us in the face, that though Faneuil Hall and Bunker Hill Monument stand, freedom of speech is struck down. No lengthy detail of facts is needed. They are already notorious; far more so than will be wished ten years hence... Even here in Boston, and among the friends of freedom, we hear two voices: one denouncing the mob that broke up our meeting on Monday as a base and cowardly outrage; and another, deprecating and regretting the holding of such a meeting, by such men, at such a time. We are told that the meeting was ill-timed, and the parties to it unwise... To suppress free speech is a double wrong. It violates the rights of the hearer as well as those of the speaker. It is just as criminal to rob a man of his right to speak and hear as it would be to rob him of his money. I have no doubt that Boston will vindicate this right. But in order to do so, there must be no concessions... [U]ntil the right is accorded to the humblest as freely as to the most exalted citizen, the government of Boston is but an empty name, and its freedom a mockery."

"And this is good old Boston, The home of the bean and the cod. Where the Lowells talk only to Cabots, And the Cabots talk only to God."