Don Henley Quotes

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

I said, baby, do you have no shame? She just looked at me, uncomprehendingly, like cows at a passing train.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

I'm not on any crusade.

You're driving with your eyes closed.

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.

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.

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

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

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

We live a protracted adolescence. At some point you must leave the party.

This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.

It was a pretty good year for predators.

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

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

Arm chair warriors often fail.

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

The government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge.

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

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

I am an expert witness because I say I am.

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

There is not wrong, there is no right, and I will sleep very well tonight.

It took me 42 years to write this song, and 5 minutes to sing it.
[On The Heart of the Matter, during the Eagles' Hell Freezes Over tour.]

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

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.

Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge.

Nobody on the road. Nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.

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

If dirt were dollars, I wouldn't have to worry anymore.

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

What the head makes cloudy
the heart makes clear

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

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.

We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye
It's interesting when people die -
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry

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.'

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

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.

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

Oh beautiful for spacious skies, but now those skies are threatening. They're beating plowshares into swords for this tired old man we elected king.

A man with a briefcase can steal millions more than any man with a gun.