Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
JIM MORRISONMusic inflames temperament.
More Jim Morrison Quotes
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That’s not saying that people shouldn’t keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence.
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That unknown was once very well known. It’s where our souls belong….
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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…
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We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves
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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.
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There are images I need to complete my own reality.
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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..
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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.
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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.
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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 – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image
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Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’
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I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.
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I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
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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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Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
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