For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
LANG LEAVI wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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Give me something I can write about.
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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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Some Time Out The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.
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How do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.
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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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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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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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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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You’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
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And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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Where the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
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Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you?
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Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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Whatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.
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When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.
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The sad thing is,” she said, “the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.
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We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
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She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
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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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I loved you more than love was allowed.
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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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