I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
LANG LEAVWhen words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am and we just are.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
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There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
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The most beautiful thing is not when you learn to live without something: it’s the moment you realize you never needed it in the first place.
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I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
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It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
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Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.
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Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
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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 once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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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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Don’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
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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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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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Give me something I can write about.
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