In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.
LEONARD COHENIn our rags of light, all dressed to kill.
LEONARD COHENI will never find the faces for all the goodbyes I’ve made.
LEONARD COHENI ache in the places where I used to play.
LEONARD COHENHow can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?
LEONARD COHENOnly one thing made him happy and now that it was gone everything made him happy.
LEONARD COHENAs our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.
LEONARD COHENShe was made of flesh and eyelashes.
LEONARD COHENRemember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah.
LEONARD COHENThen let’s be quiet together.
LEONARD COHENIt is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple.
LEONARD COHENEuropean children starved and watched their parents scheme and die. Here we grew up with toy whips. Early warning against our future leaders, the war babies.
LEONARD COHENBlessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.
LEONARD COHENThere is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.
LEONARD COHENI don’t want to be a star, merely dying.
LEONARD COHENHow bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?
LEONARD COHENIf you don’t become the ocean, you’ll be seasick every day.
LEONARD COHEN