Jim Morrison Quotations | Page 2

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.

There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.

Film spectators are quiet vampires.

When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.

I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think.

Cineama, heir of alchemy, The last erotic science

You live you die and death not ends it.

Between childhood, boyhood, adolescence and manhood (maturity) there should be sharp lines drawn with tests, deaths, feats, rites, stories, songs, and judgments.

Some people surrender their freedom willingly but others are forced to surrender it. Imprisonment begins with birth. Society, parents they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you were born with. There are subtle ways to punish a person for daring to feel. You see that everyone around you has destroyed his true feeling nature. You imitate what you see.

Take an Indian home to lunch.

In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night . . . starting with a few outlines, maybe a few words for a song. Sometimes we worked out in Venice, looking at the surf. We were together a lot and it was good times for all of us. Acid, sun, friends, the ocean, and poetry and music.

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.

I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can't drag people through.

The best songs come unasked for. You don't have to think about them . . . Summer is good for songs. When it's real warm, if you have a sense of freedom, not a lot on your mind, and a feeling there's plenty of time, it just seems to be a good climate for music.

Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

The Gate is Straight, Deep and Wide; Break On Through to the other side.

Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.

the human race was dying out Noone left to scream n shout People living on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon Ship of Fools

Do you know we are ruled by t.v.?

I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft...

No one gets out of here alive.

Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.

Death Makes Angels of us all.

No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.

That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act

That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply. The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.

Most people love you for who you pretend to be.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun…

What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down

[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

I've noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're serious, they're usually pretty funny.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

I like to let each thing happen - direct it a little consciously, maybe - but just kind of follow the vibrations I get in each particular circumstance. We don't plan theatrics. We hardly ever know which set we'll play.

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

I think people resist freedom because they're afraid of the unknown. But it's ironic....That unknown was once very well known. It's where our souls belong....The only solution is to confront them - confront yourself - with the greatest fear imaginable. Expose yourself to your deepest fear. After that, fear has no power, and fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free....

I think, in these days, especially in the States, you have to be a politician or an assassin or something, to really be a superstar.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day's divinity! First thing you see!!

The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.

No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it's a lie - people claim they want to be free - everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that's bullshit! People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their securityHow can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?

I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD... I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

I'm kind of hooked to the game of art and literature; my heroes are artists and writers.

There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.

There's the know. And there's the unknown. And what separates the two is the door, and that's what i wanta be. Ahh wanna be th' dooooooooorrr...

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.

I think that phrase is the most horrible phrase in the English language - 'I don't know.' It's terribly embarrassing.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near.

I am the Lizard King, I can do anything!

A moving or movement away from a station A waving away from a waving a motion Amazement a moment amazing a waving

Twentieth-century culture's disease is the inability to feel their reality. People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild emotion over symbols. But in the reality of their own lives, they're emotionally dead.

Windows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.

We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal

Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I'll give you love unfolding.

Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.

Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.

Take it easy baby, take it as it comes - specialize in having fun!

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

Blood is the rose of mysterious union.

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.

We could plan a murder, or start a religion...

A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them. Obviously that can only work at moments. It can't be a lasting thing. That's not saying that people shouldn't keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence. Someday, who knows, we might conquer death, disease and war.

People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security... How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive?

Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.

Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me- ever.

Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. The entertainment for this evening is not new, you've seen this entertainment through and through you have seen your birth, your life, your death....you may recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? -enough to base a movie on??

All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.

A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.

There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theatres to recall the sensation of rain.

Where's your will to be weird?

Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

Lets just say I was testing the bounds of reality.

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they are afraid to feel. Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide pain but they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it.

That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.