How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?
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How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?
LEONARD COHENI’ve forgotten most of what I’ve read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.
LEONARD COHENI don’t want to be a star, merely dying.
LEONARD COHENWe are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.
LEONARD COHENRemember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah.
LEONARD COHENAh, grief makes us precise!
LEONARD COHENI cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.
LEONARD COHENWhen passion dies friendship hovers round our flesh like flies.
LEONARD COHENGoing nowhere isn’t about turning your back on the world; it’s about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply.
LEONARD COHENIt doesn’t matter how anything happens.
LEONARD COHENIn our rags of light, all dressed to kill.
LEONARD COHENThe maestro says it’s Mozart But it sounds like bubble gum.
LEONARD COHENI ache in the places where I used to play.
LEONARD COHENYou go your way I’ll go your way too.
LEONARD COHENI’m just waiting for the miracle to come.
LEONARD COHENEven damnation is poisoned with rainbows.
LEONARD COHEN