Leonard Cohen Quotes

There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering.

And even though it all went wrong, I’ll stand before the lord of song with nothing on my tongue but ‘Hallelujah.’

I’m guided by a signal in the heavens, I’m guided by this birthmark on my skin.

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river, you can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night beside her.

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

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded, everybody rolls with their fingers crossed.

True love leaves no trace.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm.

I did my best, it wasn’t much. I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch.

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn’t.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

You say I’m dirty but I’m clean.

I’m living on pills for which I thank science.

I’ve got nothing to say, I’ve said it all before.

I ache in the places where I used to play.

I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet, who loved you with his frozen love his second hand physique.

To live outside the law, you must be honest.

We’re all ugly, but we pull through anyway.

You say you’ve gone away from me, but I can feel you when you breathe.

I don’t need a reason to cry, I just need a woman.

The best way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.

I have nothing to confess, I merely came to wake you.

There’s no cure for love, but if there is, I’ll find it for you.

Love’s the only engine of survival.

I don’t really care about music, I just like the instrument.

I was born like this, I had no choice, I was born with the gift of a golden voice.

I’m not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme.

Music is the emotional lifeblood of us all.

I’m not a prophet or a stone age man, just a mortal with the potential of a superman.

There’s perfume burning in the air, bits of beauty everywhere.

The bells are ringing out, they’re calling us home.

Music is the sacrament of love.

I was always working steady, but I never called it art.

The moon’s the north wind’s cooky.

You lose your grip, and then you slip into the masterpiece.

He stands erect in the wreckage, his beard has grown so long.

To speak of love is not enough, to speak of love makes it real.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel.

The women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots.

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

The light came through the window, straight from the sun above, and so inside my little room there plunged the rays of love.

People don’t really change, they just become more who they really are.

You were born with the gift of a golden voice.

Dance me to the end of love, dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on.

You want to travel with her, you want to travel blind and you know that she will trust you, for you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

When they say ‘repent,’ I wonder what they mean.

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

One of us cannot be wrong.

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn’t.