Top 166 Quotes & Sayings by Jim Morrison - Page 2

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

No one here gets out alive.

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.

I wonder why people like to believe I'm high all the time. I guess . . . maybe they think someone else can take their trip for them.

Getting drunk . . . you're in complete control up to a point. It's your choice, every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It's like . . . I guess it's the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .

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 pretense...It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act...

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.

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.

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

People are strange when you're a stranger.

Each day is a drive through history.

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

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.

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

Music is your only friend until the end...

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

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...

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

the time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre

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

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

There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.

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

We are content in the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.

Death Makes Angels of us all.

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.

We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves

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

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.

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

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

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

We could plan a murder Or start a religion.

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.

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

Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was curiosity.

Blood is the rose of mysterious union.

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.

Guileless and without vanity, we were still in love with ourselves then. We felt comfortable in our skins, enjoyed the news that our senses released to us, admired our dirt, cultivated our scars, and could not comprehend this unworthiness. Jealousy we understood and thought natural--a desire to have what somebody else had; but envy was a strange, new feeling for us.

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.

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

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.

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.

There are images I need to complete my own reality.

Man, I'm sick of doubt.

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

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.

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

You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

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.

The gate is straight, Deep and wide, Break on through to the other side...

I am the Lizard King. I can do anything!

Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.

Los Angeles is a city looking for a ritual to join its fragments, and The Doors are looking for such a ritual also. A kind of electric wedding. We hide ourselves in the music to reveal ourselves.

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

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

All our songs are about love, travel and death.