Jim Morrison Quotes
Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.
People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
I've noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're serious, they're usually pretty funny.
Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.
The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.
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.
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?
Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.
A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.
Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.
We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
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 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.
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.
I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
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.
There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.
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
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.
The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.
