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“How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
“Never make a decision when you need to pee.”
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“Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
“Do not be a magician - be magic!”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
“I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.”
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“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.”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
“What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is a caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape.”
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“Ah, grief makes us precise!”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
tags: grief
“ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars”
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“Dream after dream we all lie in each other's arms”
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“..you wanted to be the Superman who was never Clark Kent”
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“I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.”
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tags: books
“It’s a depressing habit you have of loving to sneeze and of eating apples as if they were juicier for you and being the first one to exclaim how good the movie is. You depress people. We like apples too.”
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“My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.”
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“It was a dance of masks and every mask was perfect because every mask was a real face and every face was a
real mask so there was no mask and there was no face for there was but one dance in which there was but
one mask but one true face which was the same and which was a thing without a name which changed and
changed into itself over and over.”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
“I don't want to be a star, merely dying.”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
“F. once said: At sixteen I stopped fucking faces. I had occasioned the remark by expressing disgust at his latest conquest, a young hunchback he had met while touring an orphanage. F. spoke to me that day as if I were truly one of the underprivileged; or perhaps he was not speaking to me at all when he muttered: Who am I to refuse the universe?”
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“Games are nature's most beautiful creation”
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“They ended every speech with the word hiro, which means: like I said. Thus each man took responsibility for intruding into the inarticulate murmur of the spheres. To hiro they added the word koue, a cry of joy or distress, according to whether it was sung or howled. Thus they essayed to piece the mysterious curtain which hangs between all talking men: at the end of every utterance a man stepped back, so to speak, and attempted to interpret his words to the listener, attempted to subvert the beguiling intellect with the noise of true emotion.”
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“Steam coming off the planet, clouds of fleecy steam as boy and girl populations clash in religious riots, hot and whistling like a graveyard sodomist our little planet embraces its fragile yo-yo destiny, tuned in the secular mind like a dying engine. But some do not hear it this way, some flying successful moon-shot eyes do not see it this way. They do not hear the individual noises shhh,hiss, they hear the sound of the sounds together, they behold the interstices flashing up and down the cone of the flowering whirlwind.”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
“We've got to learn to love appearances.”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
“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.”
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tags: amor
“...a young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.”
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“To kiss her there was to intrude into something private and skeletal, like a turtle’s shoulder.”
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“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.”
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“Listen, my friend, listen to the present, the right now, it's all around us, painted like a target, red, white and blue. Sail into the target like a dart, a fluke bull's eye in a dirty pub. Empty your memory and listen to the fire around you. Don't forget your memory, let it exist somewhere precious in all the colours that it needs but somewhere else, hoist your memory on the ship of State like a pirate's sail, and aim yourself at the tinkly present.”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
“Kärlek kan man inte samla i lador. Finns det en del av Jesus i vartenda massfabricerat krucifix?

Alla offer som vi inte själva mördar eller spärrar in är inbillade offer.

Och F. sa: Jag bär mitt hjärta som en krona. Så försvann de, de spetälskevita metoperna och trygliferna och alla de andra snirkliga namnen som står för renhet; bleka tempel och förfallna altaren försvann under den scharlakansröda glasyren.

Det ursprungligaste i en människas natur är ofta det som är det mest desperata. Således påtvingas världen nya system av människor som helt enkelt inte står ut med att leva med det som är. Det enda som betyder något för en skapare är att hans system är unikt.

Mitt hat till smärtan är nåt så extra kolossalt fantastisk, mycket viktigare än ditt hat till smärtan, men min kropp är så mycket mera central, jag är smärtans Moskva, du är bara en väderstation på landet.

Var med mig, religiösa amuletter av alla slag, ni smo hänger i silverkedjor, ni som sitter fastmålade på underkläder med en säkerhetsnål, ni som gömmer er i svart brösthår, ni som löper som spårvagnshjul i springan mellan gamla lyckliga kvinnors bröst, ni som av misstag pressas in i skinnet när någon älskar, ni som fingras som mynt och på vilka man letar efter silverstäplar, ni som har kommit bort bland kläderna för kelande femtonåringar, ni som stoppas i mun medan man tänker, ni mycket dyrbara som bara spinkiga små flickebarn för lov att bära, ni som hänger i skärpkammare tillsammans med uppknutna slipsar, ni som blir kyssta för att bringa tur, ni som rycks från halsen i vredesmod, ni som är pressade, ni som är graverade, ni som blir lagda på spårvägsspår för att få en ny och lustig form, ni som sitter fast i innerklädseln i taxitak...

Vi ljuger alla dröm efter dröm i varandras armar. Morgon efter morgon finner vintern mig ensam bland slitna löv med fruset snor och frusna tårar i ögonbrynnen.”
Leonard Cohen, Sköna förlorare
“No sospeché la insignificancia de mi sueño. Creí haber concebido el sueño más vasto de mi generación: quse ser mago. Ésa era mi idea de la gloria. He aquí una súplica basada en toda mi experiencia: no seas mago, sé mágico.”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
“Catherine Tekakwitha, who are you? Are you (1656-1680)? Is that enough? Are you the Iroquois Virgin? Are you the Lily of the Shores of the Mohawk River? Can I love you in my own way?”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
“Todas las disparidades del mundo, las diversas alas de la paradoja, las dos caras del problema, las preguntas de deshojar la margarita, la concienca con forma de tijera, todas las polaridades, las cosas y sus imágenes y las cosas que no proyectan sombras y, sencillamente, las explosiones cotidianas de una calle, esta cara y aquélla, una casa y un dolor de muelas, explosiones que sólo tienen, en su nombre, letras diferentes, mi aguja todo lo atraviesa, y yo mismo, mis ávidas fantasías, todo lo que ha existido y hoy existe, somos parte de un collar de imcomprensible belleza y falta de sentido.”
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers

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