Quotes from Leonard Cohen

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer

There is a crack in everything

How quickly pettiness returns, and that most ignoble form of real estate, the possessive occupation and tyranny over two square inches of human flesh, the wife's cunt.

We sold ourselves for love but now we are free I'm so sorry for that ghost I made you be Only one of us was real and that was me

I walk through the old yellow sunlight to get to my kitchen table the poem about me lying there with the books in which I am listed among the dead and future Dylans

I'm just waiting for the miracle to come

The birds they sang at the break of day. Start again!! I heard them say

Let judges secretly despair of justice: their verdicts will be more acute. Let generals secretly despair of triumph; killing will be defamed. Let priests secretly despair of faith: their compassion will be true.

Yo no sé nada de amor, pero algo como el amor arrancó de mi garganta, con mil anzuelos, las siguientes palabras: -PORQUE TE NECESITO, F.

To discover the truth in anything that is alien, first dispense with the indispensable in your own vision.

I ache in the places where I used to play...

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

I tried to cry, there were no tears I tried to laugh, there was no scorn I tried to run, there was no road I tried to die, I was not born

I never think about The Past but sometimes The Past thinks about me and sits down ever so lightly on my face—

better than me are you kinder than me are you sweeter smarter faster you you you prettier than me stronger than me lonelier than me I want to get to know you better and better

I will starve till prophets find me, I will bleed till angels bind me, Still I sing till churches blind me, Still I love till cog-wheels wind me.

There is no decent place to stand In a massacre But if a woman takes your hand Then go and stand with her

Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers

Así como un ave en su jaula. Así como un bebedor entre el bullicio de la medianoche, así he intentado ser libre, a mi manera.

When I am alone You'll come back to me It's happened before It's called memory I'm not even sure If I know where to start But starting is second First we must part I'm too tired now To fight anymore We're saying goodbye At the innermost door

And she comes to his hand but she's not really tame she longs to be lost, he longs for the same.

I pray for courage I pray for courage Now I'm old To greet the sickness And the cold I pray for courage In the night To bear the burden Make it light I pray for courage In the time When suffering comes and Starts to climb I pray for courage At the end To see death coming As a friend

My abandoned narcotics have abandoned me.

Dearest Shell, If you let me I'd always keep you 400 miles away and write you pretty poems and letters. . .I'm afraid to live anywhere but in expectation.