How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?
LEONARD COHENHow bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?
LEONARD COHENStunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old, and full of grief, but still not suffering.
LEONARD COHENLove is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world’s excuse for being ugly.
LEONARD COHENGarages, barns, and attics are always older than the buildings to which they are attached.
LEONARD COHENA young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.
LEONARD COHENI’m old and the mirrors don’t lie.
LEONARD COHENOrdinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars.
LEONARD COHENIt’s time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.
LEONARD COHENI bargain now. I offer buttons for his love.
LEONARD COHENI cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.
LEONARD COHENYou wanted to be the Superman who was never Clark Kent.
LEONARD COHENYou go to Heaven once you’ve been to Hell.
LEONARD COHENPlease make me empty, if I’m empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I’m not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.
LEONARD COHENI told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.
LEONARD COHENWe are ugly but we have the music.
LEONARD COHENYour body will never be familiar.
LEONARD COHEN