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 LEAVBut it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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Where the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
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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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I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
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If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
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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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We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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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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Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
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In a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
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I did not know that it was love until I knew.
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Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.
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The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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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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You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
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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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Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
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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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I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
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You’re young and there’s still so much ahead. So much uncertainty and doubt. It keeps you up at night-this wild, restless feeling. But you don’t know how free you are. For this short, miraculous time, you have no one to answer to, nothing to lose. You belong wholly to yourself.
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Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.
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I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
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I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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My heart is like a time capsule-it keeps safe the memory of you. I know it’s harder with you gone than if you had never been here at all-but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
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Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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