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Which dreams, indeed, are ambition, for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
Hamlet, William Shakespeare (via macrolit)
Find your ‘thing.’ Once you discover this, treasure it. Pursue it. Become it. Spend every waking moment of your life chasing after it with a burning desire to succeed.
Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin ~ Instagram | ThePowerWithin.Co (via thepowerwithin)
We are moving into a period of bewilderment, a curious moment in which people find light in the midst of despair, and vertigo at the summit of their hopes.
Leonard Cohen, Excerpt of Moving Into a Period from Book of Longing (via florizels)
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin, dance me through the panic ‘til I’m gathered safely within. Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove, dance me to the end of love.
Leonard Cohen, Dance Me To The End Of Love (via lomasdope)
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.
Leonard Cohen (via ofquotesandpoetry)
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“I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.” - Leonard Cohen RIP
You’d sing too if you found yourself in a place like this You wouldn’t worry about whether you were as good as Ray Charles or Edith Piaf You’d sing You’d sing not for yourself but to make a self out of the old food rotting in the astral bowel and the loveless thud of your own breathing You’d become a singer faster than it takes to hate a rival’s charm and you’d sing, darling you’d sing too
Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing, 2006. (via odedavna)
All soaked in sex and pressed against The limits of the sea I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me. We made it to the forward deck I blessed our remnant fleet- And then consented to be wrecked A thousand kisses deep.
Leonard Cohen (via noquaaalms)
the odds are there to beat you win a while and then it’s done your little winning streak and summoned now to seal with your invincible defeat you live your life as if it’s real a thousand kisses deep
leonard cohen (via and-lachrymose)
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
“Dylan and Leonard Cohen and Patti Smith, all dark, all romantic. When I say “romantic,” I mean a sensibility that sees everything, and has to express everything, and still doesn’t know what the fuck it is, it hurts that bad. It just madly tries to speak whatever it feels, and that can mean vast things. That sort of mentality can turn a sun-kissed orange into a flaming meteorite, and make it sound like that in a song.” ― Jeff Buckley
Leonard Cohen: I’m Your Man (2005)
You and I, who yearn for blameless intimacy, we will be unwilling to speak even the first words of inquisitive delight, for fear of reprisals. Everything desperate will live behind a joke. But I swear that I will stand within the range of your perfume.
Leonard Cohen, Excerpt of Moving Into a Period from Book of Longing (via florizels)
And clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said, “Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music.”
I loved you in the morning; Our kisses deep and warm. Your hair upon the pillow Like a sleepy, golden storm.
Leonard Cohen (1934 - 2016)
Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in…
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