Ah, grief makes us precise!

— Leonard Cohen

And I'll dance with you in Vienna, I'll be wearing a river's disguise. The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your thighs. And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty, my cheap violin and my cross.

— Leonard Cohen

And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.

— Leonard Cohen

At a certain point, if you still have your marbles and are not faced with serious financial challenges, you have a chance to put your house in order. It's a cliché, but it's underestimated as an analgesic on all levels. Putting your house in order, if you can do it, is one of the most comforting activities, and the benefits of it are incalculable.

— Leonard Cohen

A teacher I once had told me that the older you get, the lonelier you become and the deeper the love you need. Loneliness creates an appetite for deeper love, and the entire predicament deepens. And as a result of suffering, your capacity to love deeply increases.

— Leonard Cohen

At first nothing will happen to sand later on it will happen to us again.

— Leonard Cohen

Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.

— Leonard Cohen

Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.

— Leonard Cohen

Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.

— Leonard Cohen

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secret to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

— Leonard Cohen