Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world’s excuse for being ugly.
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Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world’s excuse for being ugly.
LEONARD COHENPoetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
LEONARD COHENChildren show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secret to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
LEONARD COHENCoroner’s inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn’t been to the seashore in ten years.
LEONARD COHENI’m just waiting for the miracle to come.
LEONARD COHENI will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts.
LEONARD COHENAs our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.
LEONARD COHENBlessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.
LEONARD COHENWho could have foretold the heart grows cold from touching others.
LEONARD COHENThe cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.
LEONARD COHENIt is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple.
LEONARD COHENGarages, barns, and attics are always older than the buildings to which they are attached.
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 COHENDon’t call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.
LEONARD COHENHe knew that hair couldn’t feel; he kissed her hair.
LEONARD COHENI told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.
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