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?
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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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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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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Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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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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Life has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
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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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She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.
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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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The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
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I know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I 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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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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Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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