And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.
LANG LEAVYou were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?
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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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A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret- I can’t forgive me, and you can’t forget.
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I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
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Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
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In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
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Yes, I think it is entirely possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met. Physicality is an expression of intimacy- not an indication of it.
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Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.
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Our emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. That’s just the way it goes.
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Don’t let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present.
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Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
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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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You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
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