Leonard CohenThere is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.
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There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in. When there are cracks in things, that light can shine through to illuminate our lives. Cracks are not only found in the things around us but also within us.
We all have cracks, some are just harder to see than others. But all of us can benefit from the light that shines through them. Likewise, the light of knowledge is able to illuminate our lives when we allow it to shine through our cracks.
Source: Selected Poems, 19561968
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