Best 71 quotes of Don Henley on MyQuotes

An angry man can only get so far until he reconciles the way he thinks.

Anyone who knows anything should know you cannot take a master track of a recording and write another song over the top of it. You just can't do that. You can call it a tribute or whatever you want to call it, but it's against the law. That's a problem with some of the younger generation, they don't understand the concept of intellectual property and copyright.

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

Arm chair warriors often fail.

Between each album I try to gain a new insight that I didn't have before and perhaps write a song about something that I've written about before, but from a fresh viewpoint.

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

Don't look back, you can never look back

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

For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my Thanksgiving

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

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.

I could have played more complex stuff. I could have been a busier player. But that's not what I wanted to do. I played what I wanted to play.

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

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

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.

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.

I'm always jotting things down on pieces of paper. I've got pieces of paper all over my house.

I'm blessed with a pretty good voice. So just sitting back there banging on the tubs wasn't enough.

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.

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.

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

I now derive physical and spiritual pleasure from gardening and there is tremendous satisfaction in knowing that I could survive almost anywhere if I had to.

Insect politics, indifferent universe. Bang your head against the wall, but apathy is worse.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

It was a pretty good year for predators.

It was pretty frightening because as we all know, when large, famous groups breakup, a lot of the members don't survive in solo careers.

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.

I was flying back from Lubbock and I saw Jesus on the plane, or maybe it was Elvis. You know, they kind of look the same.

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

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.'

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

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

My love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.

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.

No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge.

So much time weeping and wailing and shaking our fists, creating enemies that really don't exist.