I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
LANG LEAVOf all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.
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I did not know that it was love until I knew.
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There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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I build my walls from the mess they leave.
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But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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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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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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Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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I’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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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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Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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