It is the mark of a great poet to write words that feel as though they have stood witness to your most intimate memory of love.
LANG LEAVEvery time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I can’t believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It’s like I’ve been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.
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What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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I have given so much to things that weren’t worth my time. When all along, it’s the people I love that I should have carried.
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And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.
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The words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.
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What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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But when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you’ll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one.
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We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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My indecision. I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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