Leonard Cohen

there's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep

I’ll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving 'cross the borders Of My Secret Life.

I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts

If you don't become the ocean, you'll be seasick every day.

Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don't know what to say.

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world's excuse for being ugly.

He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.

We are ugly but we have the music.

It's like a bear stumbling into a beehive or a honey cache: I'm stumbling right into it and getting stuck, and it's delicious and it's horrible and I'm in it and it's not very graceful and it's very awkward and it's very painful and yet there's something inevitable about it.

I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

The Dream" "O I had such a wonderful dream, she said. I dreamed you made love to me. At last, he said to himself, the spirit has taken up some of the heavy work.

It doesn't matter how anything happens.

Anything I tell you is an alibi for something else." Then let's be quiet together.

Maybe there's a God above, As for me, all I've ever seemed to learn from love Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. Yeah but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight, It's not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the light No it's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah.

When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

... i didn't fall in love of course it's never up to you but she was walking back and forth and i was passing through

How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings

a kite is a victim you are sure of. you love it because it pulls.

Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: It's over, it ain't going any further And now the wheels of heaven stop you feel the devil's riding crop Get ready for the future: it is murder

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.