Top 15 Suzanne Vega Quotes

Travel, arrival
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time

Those whole girls...
Breathe with ease
Need no mercy
Move in light
Run in grace

Oh Mom, the old man is telling me something His eyes are wide and his mouth is thin
And I just can't hear what he's saying Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping

You're the jester of this courtyard
With a smile like a girl's
Distracted by the women
With the dimples and the curls
By the pretty and the mischievous
By the timid and the blessed
By the blowing skirts of ladies
Who promise to gather you to their breast

You come from far away
With pictures in your eyes
Of coffeeshops and morning streets
In the blue and silent sunrise
But night is the cathedral
Where we recognized the sign
We strangers know each other now
As part of the whole design

I'd like to meet you
In a timeless, placeless place
Somewhere out of context
And beyond all consequences
...And we'll sit in the silence (That flies by and is gone)
That comes rushing in
And is gone

If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be
These words are too solid
They don't move fast enough
To catch the blur in the brain
That flies by and is gone.

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower, with a flame
...And she says, "I've come to set a twisted thing straight",
And she says, "I've come to lighten this dark heart"

Solitude stands by the window
she turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

When the darkness takes you
With her hand across your face
Don't give in too quickly Find the thing she's erased

By day give thanks
By night beware
Half the world in sweetness
The other in fear

Kids will grow like weeds on a fence
She says they look for the light, they try to make sense
They come up through the cracks like grass on the tracks
She touches him goodbye

The light and sweet coffee color of her skin

They only hit until you cry, After that, you don't ask why.

If you hear something late at night,
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight,
Just don't ask me what it was.