Van Morrison Quotes

Smell the sea and feel the sky.

The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you lately there's no one above you. Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles, that's what you do.

These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only now.

Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay.

Music is spiritual. The music business is not.

Let your soul and spirit fly.

Meet them halfway with love, peace, and persuasion, and expect them to rise for the occasion.

I think Paul McGuinness and U2 created the Irish music industry. It certainly wasn't there before that.

Let go into the mystery Let yourself go You've got to open up your heart That's all I know Trust what I say and do what you're told Baby, and all your dirt will turn Into gold.

When it's not always raining there'll be days like this. When there's no one complaining there'll be days like this. When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch. Well my mama told me there'll be days like this.

A fantabulous night to make romance.

Once in a blue moon someone like you comes along.

In deep confusion, in great despair, when I reach out for him, he is there. When I am lonely as I can be, then I know God shines his light on me.

Making love in the green grass behind the stadium with you my brown eyed girl.

Go up to the mountain, go up to the glen, where silence will touch you, and heartbreak will mend.

If my heart could do my thinking, would my brain begin to feel?

There is no black-and-white situation. It's all part of life. Highs, lows, middles.

When you hear the music ringin' in your soul And you feel it in your heart and it grows and grows And it comes from the backstreet rock & roll and the healing has begun...

I had my eyes closed in the dark, I sighed a million sighs, I told a million lies, to myself, to myself.

The blues - there's no black and white - it's the truth.

Love of the simple is all that I need, I've no time for schism or lovers of greed.

Large audiences did not suit my low-key approach.

The wild night is calling.

You can call it nostalgia, I don't mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listening to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time.

Memories, how they linger in the twilight and in the wee small hours sometimes just before dawn.

I didn't know what some of the stuff on Astral Weeks was about until years later.

There's always got to be a struggle. What else is there? That's what life is made of. I don't know anything else. If there is, tell me about it.

Leave your thoughtlessness behind you then you may begin to understand. Clear the emptiness around you with the waving of your hand.

Laying underneath the stars Can be so much fun Especially when you're feeling good When you're with the one you love.

When I think of that dear rugged cross where the dear Saviour gave his all... When I feel like I'm on my last go round, see me through.

I've never felt like I was born with a silver spoon at all, although I've felt like howling at the moon a lot of times!

Men come, men go, all things remain in God.

If you live the life you love, you get the blessing from above.

I write songs. Then I record them. And later, maybe I perform them on stage. That's what I do. That's my job. Simple.

I'm a dweller of the threshold and I'm waiting at the door, and I'm standing in the darkness, I don't want to wait no more.

Do you remember the time darlin' when everything made more sense in the world? Oh I remember, I remember... when life made more sense... Take me back, take me back, take me way back... to when life made more sense.

Don't lose the wonder in your eyes It's right there when you smile... If we go back, for a while Let me go back, for a while To that magic time

I'm a working man in my prime cleaning windows.

You come into my dreams from a whisper to a scream.

You can't stop us on the road to freedom, you can't stop us cause our eyes can see.

Spiritual hunger and spiritual thirst But you got to change it On the inside first To be satisfied

The summer breeze was blowing on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden

Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea They thought great thoughts about liberty Poets wrote down words that did fit Writers wrote books Thinkers thought about it.

No guru, no method, no teacher, just you and I and nature, and the father in the garden.

When you start to analyze [rock 'n' roll], it's only because you don't understand it. You're just not connecting with it once you have to start analyzing it.

I realized that what I was looking for was doing collaborations with other people - people who can play a ballad, rock, jazz. I was looking for more co-op type things than what I had been doing, which had been completely my own trip.

Going down the old mine with a transistor radio.

There's no difference between lyrics and poetry. Words are words. The only difference is the people who are in academic positions and call themselves poets and have an academic stance. They've got something to lose if they say it's all poetry; if there's not music to it, and you have to wear a certain kind of checkered shirt or something like that. It's all the same. Lyrics are lyrics, poetry is poetry, lyrics are poetry, and poetry is lyrics. They are interchangeable to me.