Jim Morrison: Citáty anglicky (strana 5)

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

“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”

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

“A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them.”

“Give me songs
to sing
and emerald dreams
to dream

and I'll give you love
unfolding.”

“I touched her thigh
and death smiled”

“The subject says "I see first lots of things which dance — then everything becomes gradually connected."”

“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.”

“Or society places a supreme value on control -- hiding what you feel. Our culture mocks "primitive cultures" and prides itself on supression of natural instincts and impulses.”

“Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.”

“Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God.”

“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.”

“b>Don't let me die in an automobile
I wanna lie in an open field
Want the snakes to suck my skin
Want the worms to be my friends
Want the birds to eat my eyes
As here I lie
The clouds fly by</b”

“Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests”

“At first flash of Eden, We race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom's shore.
Waiting for the sun…”

“Resident mockery
give us an hour for magic”

“Do you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prisons
Within a jail
Within a gaol
Within a white free protestant maelstrom
We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle
We're trying for something that's already found us.”

“You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher.
Come on baby, light my fire —
Come on baby, light my fire —
Try to set the night on fire.”

“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?”