Quotes from Leonard Cohen

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

Don't call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.

It doesn't matter what you do because it's going to happen anyway.

Please make me empty, if I'm empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I'm not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.

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

Remember when I moved in you and the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was, "Hallelujah.

I'm planning a catastrophe.

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

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

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

My heart sings of your longing for me, and my thoughts climb down to marvel at your mercy. I do not fear as you gather up my days. Your name is the sweetness of time, and you carry me close into the night, speaking consolations, drawing down lights from the sky, saying, See how the night has no terrors for one who remembers the name.

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

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask. If you want a different kind of love I'll wear a mask. If you want to strike me down in anger here I stand. If you want a partner in life take my hand. I'm your man.

i would like to remind the management that the drinks are watered and the hat-check girl has syphilis and the band is composed of former ss monsters However since it is new year's eve and i have lip cancer i will place my paper hat on my concussion and dance

My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on. I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

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

Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate

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

My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn't write What the night pencilled in

In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see, Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me... All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance, And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance.

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

Ah, grief makes us precise!