As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.
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 COHENLove is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world’s excuse for being ugly.
LEONARD COHENOnly one thing made him happy and now that it was gone everything made him happy.
LEONARD COHENI bargain now. I offer buttons for his love.
LEONARD COHENThere is a crack in everything.
LEONARD COHENI told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.
LEONARD COHENHere’s to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don’t even care.
LEONARD COHENPoetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
LEONARD COHENBlessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.
LEONARD COHENAnd everything depends upon how near you sleep to me.
LEONARD COHENA young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.
LEONARD COHENHe can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.
LEONARD COHENHow can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?
LEONARD COHENI’m old and the mirrors don’t lie.
LEONARD COHENA heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.
LEONARD COHEN