Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding.
JIM MORRISONRavaged 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
More Jim Morrison Quotes
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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.
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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.
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Actually I don’t remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.
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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
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I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom…
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They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.
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Society, parents they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you were born with.
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A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them.
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Is everybody in?… Is everybody in?… Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin…
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Where’s your will to be weird?
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Windows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.
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Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.
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You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
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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
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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
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