Quotes from Leonard Cohen

May everyone live, And may everyone die. Hello, my love, And my love, Goodbye.

My mind was always very cluttered, so I took great pains to simplify my environment, because if my environment were half as cluttered as my mind, I wouldn't be able to make it from room to room.

I am not the one who loves - It's love that chooses me. When hatred with his package comes, you forbid delivery...

A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love.

Here is your cross, Your nails and your hill; And here is your love, That lists where it will

A woman watches her body uneasily, as though it were an unreliable ally in the battle for love.

Love is the only engine of survival

And here you are hurried, And here you are gone; And here is the love, That it's all built upon.

Love is not a victory march

This is the most challenging activity that humans get into, which is love. You know, where we have the sense that we can't live without love. That life has very little meaning without love.

Every heart to Love will come, but like a refugee

I always considered myself a minor writer. My province is small, and I try to explore it very, very thoroughly.

There are some people who come to me for some illumination on their problems. I guess they feel I'm writing about some of the things they themselves are going through. But I don't usually have much help to give - there isn't much you can say to someone in the midst of their own crises.

I always thought that poetry is the verdict that others give to a certain kind of writing. So to call yourself a poet is a kind of dangerous description. It's for others; it's for others to use.

As we make our way toward the finish line that some of us have already crossed, I never thought I'd get a Grammy Award. In fact, I was always touched by the modesty of their interest.

One of the reasons I'm on tour is to meet people. I consider it a reconnaissance. You know, I consider myself like in a military operation. I don't feel like a citizen.

I always felt I was scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get a song together.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

I don't trust my inner feelings, inner feelings come and go.

No penance serves to renew them, no massive transfusions of trust. Why not even revenge can undo them, so twisted these vows and so crushed.

Rust rust rust in the engines of love and time.

It's you my love, you who are the stranger.

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.