55 Crowd Quotes

Good sense travels on the well-worn paths; genius, never. And that is why the crowd, not altogether without reason, is so ready to treat great men as lunatics.

At the mention of the name and offence of this degraded being a great sound went up from the entire multitude - a universal cry of execration, not greatly dissimilar from that which may be frequently heard in the crowded Temple of Impartiality when the one whose duty it is to take up, at a venture, the folded papers, announces that the sublime Emperor, or some mandarin of exalted rank, has been so fortunate as to hold the winning number in the Annual State Lottery.

'If you guys are going to be throwing beer bottles at us, at least make sure they're full.'

A live concert to me is exciting because of all the electricity that is generated in the crowd and on stage. It's my favorite part of the business - live concerts.

'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.

And those people should not be listened to who keep saying the voice of the people is the voice of God, since the riotousness of the crowd is always very close to madness.

I wish terrible things upon the person who just did that. [After being hit in the crotch with a size 27 Birkenstock by someone in the crowd at Warped Tour in Charlotte, NC.]

While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh - but smile no more.

The gang serves lies, the passionate Man plays his part; the cold passion for truth Hunts in no pack.

'Naturally, The Rock is appreciative to all of his fans, but to you...The Rock's birthday's May second, you stupid son of a bitch!'

(To Trish Stratus) Hey Mama! How you doin'? How you- no no no no no! The Rock's gotta go. Don't look at the People's Package. (To Tyson Tomko) Hell, you too, don't look! But it's cool, man! It's all good, I like your show, 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy'. It's all good!

His eye so dim, So wasted each limb, That, heedless of grammar, they all cried, 'THAT 'S HIM! That 's the scamp that has done this scandalous thing! That 's the thief that has got my Lord Cardinal's Ring!'

If forty million people say a foolish thing it does not become a wise one, but the wise man is foolish to give them the lie.

Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves about them like a sea. Recurring waves of sound break vaguely about them, They drift from wall to wall, from tree to tree.

'One white rose . . . or is it pink, to-day?' They pause and smile, not caring what they say, If only they may talk. The crowd flows past them like dividing waters. Dreaming they stand, dreaming they walk.

If everyone could back up... please back up. We've got some crushed ribs and some fragile people up here... you alright?

Interviewer: What do you remember most about playing in Tampa 10 years ago? Davey: It was the first time we were flashed [pauses] by a female. Interviewer: How did that make you feel inside? Davey: Uncomfortable. I turned around...cried.

It was here in Toronto that it all started. The biggest travesty in the industry went down right here, when the People turned on the People's Champion. Last year at WrestleMania, 68,000 of you mothercanuckers booing the rock out of the bulding!

There is only one true Superstar of the Decade, true Superstar of the Millenium! You know who that is? The Rock'll tell you who that is! Toronto, that is - the jabroni-beating, pie-eating, trail-blazing, eyebrow-raising, stronger than a bear, faster than a buck, the biggest thing to hit Canada because the Maple Leaf sucks!

Lillian Garcia, are you getting wet...(crowd howls) with perspiration at standing this close to The Rock?

Listen, if you guys wanna move around and shift your asses a little... It's okay by us. You can take all your clothes off if you like too. It doesn't matter... Fuck off! (laughs)

Hello everybody! Hey hey hey! Okay! You know it's not very often we do shows in the daytime and I fucking wish we'd done before, I can see you all now. And we've got some beauties here tonight, I can tell you!

It is almost impossible to bear the torch of truth through a crowd without singeing somebody's beard.

Paddy and I had scarcely a wink of sleep, for there was a man near us who had some nervous trouble, shell-shock perhaps, which made him cry out 'Pip!' at irregular intervals. It was a loud, startling noise, something like the toot of a small motor-horn. You never knew when it was coming, and it was a sure preventer of sleep. ...he must have kept ten or twenty people awake every night. He was an example of the kind of thing that prevents one from ever getting enough sleep when men are herded as they are in these lodging houses.'

The people ran into the street but by then all was still The rock seemed where it always was or where it always will be When someone asked where he had gone they said: 'Oh he was daft. Who cares about that crazy fool.' And then they'd start to laugh.

Nardwar The Human Serviette: 'Jade, is there any way to protect Danny's balls - oh I'm sorry, Davey's balls - when he jumps into the audience?'

I want you to repeat after me! War [crowd repeats] ! Peace [crowd repeats] ! Poverty [crowd repeats] ! Charity [crowd repeats] ! George Bush! [crowd starts booing because of George Bush's name being mentioned] It's a good thing that tonight, there's an alternative. Here it is. (points at screen displaying nominees)

God save the pennon, ragged to the dawn, That signs to moon to stand, and sun to fly; And flutters when the weak is overborne To stem the tide of fate and certainty. That knows not reason, and that seeks no fame - So! Undismayed beneath the serried clouds, Raise up the banner of forlorn defence - A jest to the complacency of crowds - Bright-haloed wie the one diviner sense: To hold itself as nothing to itself; And in the quest of its imagined star To lose all thought of after-recompense!

What say you, good people? 'Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!' Help this blackbird...

So I was on the ship, with 800 lesbians. We can't get off. So much drama. 'Were you looking at her or her or her or her or her or her or her or her or her or her or her or her? WELL, WERE YOU?!' We all got on the same cycle.

'There are many enemies' applies when you are fighting one against many. Draw both sword and companion sword and assume a wide-stretched left and right attitude. The spirit is to chase the enemies around from side to side, even though they come from all four directions. Observe their attacking order, and go to meet first those who attack first. Sweep your eyes around broadly, carefully examining the attacking order, and cut left and right alternately with your swords. Waiting is bad. Always quickly re-assume your attitudes to both sides, cut the enemies down as they advance, crushing them in the direction from which they attack. Whatever you do, you must drive the enemy together, as if tying a line of fishes, and when they are seen to be piled up, cut them down strongly without giving them room to move.

We shall not meet again: over the wave Our ways divide, and yours is straight and endless - But mine is short and crooked to the grave: Yet what of these dark crowds, amid whose flow I battle like a rock, aloof and friendless - Are not their generations, vague and endless, The waves, the strides, the feet on which I go?

'Come on ref, get in there'

'Yo yo yo, what hell is this?'

Le public est une bete feroce: il faut l'enchainer ou la fuir.

In solitude the trumpets of solitude Are not of another solitude resounding; A little string speaks for a crowd of voices.

I swayed upon the gaudy stern The butt-end of a steering-oar, And saw wherever I could turn A crowd upon a shore. And though I would have hushed the crowd, There was no mother's son but said, 'What is the figure in a shroud Upon a gaudy bed?' And after running at the brim Cried out upon that thing beneath --It had such dignity of a limb-- By the sweet name of Death. Though I'd my finger on my lip, What could I but take up the song? And running crowd and gaudy ship Cried out the whole night long, Crying amid the glittering sea, Naming it with the ecstatic breath, Because it had such dignity, By the sweet name of Death.

I've actually been meaning to point something out for a while now but it keeps slipping my mind. Just in case someone has misled you to believe otherwise, crowd surfing sucks. I would leave it plain and simple like that but, for fear of someone confusing the statement to be only a commentary against aggressive behavior at shows, I shall further clarify. Not to be confused with crowd crawling to sing along, the dying art of stylistic stage diving or the evermore rare head walking, crowd surfing is a passive, non emotive, 'Hey mom look at me and how wild I think I am.' behavior. While kick boxing, slamming, singing along and the like are all visceral and emotional responses to music, crowd surfing is, simply, weak. Always has been. There is really no better way to cheapen a live performance than to float like a happy little cloud atop the hands of discomforted showgoers. For all those aghast, having been misinformed and tricked into thinking it was cool, or far out, or what ever you crazy kids might call it today, FEAR NOT for you are not too far gone! We at the church of HolylChristCrowdSurfingSucks welcome you with loving arms. Now you know...and you know what GI Joe says about knowing. That is my public service announcement for today.

THE ROCK: All the Rock's fans are chanting his name... CROWD: 'Rock-y! Rock-y! Rock-y!... MANKIND (slightly out of sync with the crowd): 'Rock-y! Rock-y!...'

Sverdlov Hall was already nearly full...The provincial elite were all there. And it was all the usual things: people kissing each other and shouting greetings across the rows of seats, chattering about the snow and the harvest prospects and generally feeling themselves to be masters of their fate. In all the cacophony I didn't hear the name of Andropov mentioned once, not anything said about his death. At twenty minutes to eleven the hall hushed. The waiting began. With each minute the tension rose and the atmosphere felt charged with electricity...The tension reached a climax. All eyes turned towards the door...Who would come through it first? At precisely eleven, Chernenko's head appeared in the doorway. He was followed by Tikhonov, Gromyko, Ustinov, Gorbachev and the rest. The delegates' reaction was silence.

If you're looking for a cheap sort Glint with perspiration There's a five mile queue Outside the disused powerstation

I've never heard a crowd boo a homer, but I've heard plenty of boos after a strikeout.

People rose up on the chairs and were embraced, many cried out of joy and emotion. Finally! It was the exclamation of relief that exited from the mouths of all.

You can fool too many of the people too much of the time.

Friday. Five o'clock in the afternoon. Maybe the hardest time to move unobserved through a city. Or, maybe the easiest. Because at five o'clock on a Friday nobody pays attention to anything. Except the road ahead.

We are not going to continue until we hear the fucking roof rattle.

Well, there were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded.