A Quote by Leonard Cohen

Rust rust rust in the engines of love and time. — © Leonard Cohen
Rust rust rust in the engines of love and time.
I was a rust repairer. I was a rust repairer and full-time survivor. I survived all the major earthquakes, and the Titanic, and several air crash.
. . . if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .
With sharpen'd sight pale Antiquaries pore, Th' inscription value, but the rust adore. This the blue varnish, that the green endears; The sacred rust of twice ten hundred years.
I don't believe in ring rust. I used to believe in ring rust, but I talked to my buddy Dominic Cruz, who's a bantamweight, and he basically said it's a mindset. What you do in between in your time off determines how you're going to look when you come in there.
Why should Canada, wild and unsettled as it is, impress us as an older country than the States, unless because her institutions are old? All things appeared to contend there, as I have implied, with a certain rust of antiquity, such as forms on old armor and iron guns,--the rust of conventions and formalities. It is said that the metallic roofs of Montreal and Quebec keep sound and bright for forty years in some cases. But if the rust was not on the tinned roofs and spires, it was on the inhabitants and their institutions.
Most people rust out due to lack of challenge. Few people rust out due to overuse.
Suicide is the means of men whose resilience has been eaten away by rust, the rust of the daily round. They were born for action, but they have delayed their action; so action turns back on them with the swing of a pendulum. Suicide is an act, the act of those who have not been able to accomplish others. It is an act of faith, like all acts. Faith in one’s neighbor, in the existence of one’s neighbor, in the reality of the self and the other selves.
Tis better to have love and lust Than to let our apparatus rust.
It knocks the rust off, going against a guy like Kevin Love.
The mintage of wisdom is to know that rest is rust, and that real life is love, laughter, and work.
May the hinges of friendship never rust, nor the wings of love lose a feather.
If you rest, you rust.
If you don't run, you rust.
Waiting is the rust of the soul.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Worry... is rust upon the blade.
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