Everyone thinks their baby is a genius. People find it delightfully refreshing when I tell them, My baby? Totally average. Like, 100 percent average.
The Beatles will exist without us.
Yesterday, today was tomorrow. And tomorrow, today will be yesterday.
Give me love, give me peace on earth, give me light, give me life
When people come up to me expecting me to be just like what they thought a Beatle would be, they're disappointed. I never was a Beatle, except musically. I don't think any of us was. What is a Beatle anyway? I'm not a Beatle or an ex-Beatle or even the George Harrison. I'm just a man. Very ordinary.
Sunrise doesn't last all morning, a cloudburst doesn't last all day, seems my love is up and has left you with no warning. It's not always going to be this grey. All things must pass, all things must pass away.
I'm sick of all these young people just boogeying around, wasting their lives, you know.
A good man will certainly also possess courage; but a brave man is not necessarily good.
There are people you remember and people you dream of.
It's not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it.
The household I grew up in. . . was rather like an Ovaltine advert. There was a huge fire, a kettle on the fire, the oven with the bread being baked every day, and there was the radio; it was very magical to hear all these wonderful programmes.