Don Henley Quotes

Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge.

I think my first instrument was a ukulele that they gave me. I used to know how to play that pretty well.

We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry.

Armchair warriors often fail - and we've been poisoned by these fairy tales

Sometimes to keep it together you've got to leave it alone.

We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds in the name of destiny and in the name of God.

The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little Appreciation.

I'm not easy to live with and I know that it's true. However, you're no picnic either, babe, and that's one of the things I liked about you.

No one in this country need go hungry, and alleviating the problem is primarily a matter of readjusting our priorities. In both the government and the private sector, self-interest has displaced the ideal of community that made this country great. The old world view of "us, we, our" has been replaced by "I, me, mine." The reasons for this are manifold and complex, but at the end of the day, we need to remember that, if one of us is suffering needlessly, all of us are diminished.

Cause a man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun.

There are people in your life who've come and gone, they let you down and hurt your pride. Better put it all behind you, life goes on, you keep carrying that anger, it'll eat you up inside.

It's an inside job to learn about forgiving, it's an inside job to hang on to the joy of living.

I don't care what anybody says about Ringo. I cut my rock-n-roll teeth listening to him.

I've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter but my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter but I think it's about forgiveness... forgiveness, even if you don't love me anymore.

Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.

To want what I have, to take what I'm given with grace. For this I pray.

Remember how you made me crazy, remember how I made you scream.

I have a bad back partially from playing the drums and singing. I used to have to hold my body in such a position that my spine got out of alignment.

What the head makes cloudy the heart makes clear

I don't want to discount talent and ability, but I still maintain that a lot of it is just sheer desire.

How can love survive in such a graceless age? The trust and self assurance that lead to happiness, they're the very things we kill.

Fame, at one time, was associated with accomplishment, but in this day and age fame and notoriety have become confused.

I'm fortunate that I've been in this business long enough that I've earned the right to be left alone by my record company.

Lennon's was one of the first voices I emulated when I began to sing. When we held tryouts in my pal's dad's living room for the singer in our band, I sang a Beatles song that Lennon sang. There is something about the timbre of his voice, something that it conveys, that still gets to me. The quality and the poetry of his lyrics. The wry sense of humor. And the boyishness, in the beginning. There are a great many things that touch me about him... Lennon was, to put it in his own words, a 'working-class hero.'

Fortune smiles on some, and lets the others go free.

Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.

Let hope inspire you, but let not idealism blind you. Don't look back, you can never look back.

O' beautiful for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king Armchair warriors often fail And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers clean up all details Since daddy had to lie But I know a place where we can go And wash away this sin We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass wave in the wind Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair spill all around me Offer up your best defence But this is the end This is the end of the innocence

In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.

The wisdom that living brings, since I got a telegram from the God of simple things.

The more I know, the less I understand

In the old days, words like sin and Satan had a moral certitude. Today, they're replaced with self-help jargon, words like dysfunction and antisocial behavior, discouraging any responsibility for one's actions.

My creative life is a constant struggle to achieve a balance between letting things flow in and letting things flow out.

The Eagles and the critics were not the best of friends.

What are these voices outside love's open door Make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more? I'm learning to live without you now But I miss you sometimes The more I know, the less I understand All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again

I saw a Dead Head sticker on a Cadillac. A little voice inside my head said, don't look back, you can never look back.

Mick Jagger can't even make a successful solo album, and the Stones are the biggest rock group that ever was.

Playing the drums hurts my back.

Lawsuits should not be used to destroy a viable and independent distribution system. The solution lies in the marketplace and not the courtroom.

For you girl, there is not enough love in the world.

I try to write conversationally; I try to write like people speak and put the emphasis on the right syllable.

I'm certainly not thrilled with everything the Eagles did, but there are some things I'm quite proud of.

Who knows how long this will last, now we've come so far so fast.

I don't mind doing two or three Eagles songs and playing the drums. I'm not one of those artists who's going to sit here and deny the past.

I remember a time when things were a lot more fun around here, when good was good and evil was evil, before things got fuzzy.

We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art.

I have a certain pool of subject matter that I like to write about, things that interest me: politics, religion, ecology, and relationships between men and women. And that's usually what I focus on.

The Eagles ended on a rather abrupt note, although in retrospect I realize now that it had been ending for quite some time.

Selling eight million copies of your first album will mess you up.

Some records with drum machines on them sound phony and plastic. It all depends on how you use the tools.