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.
LANG LEAVThe 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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.
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Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.
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Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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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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Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
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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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Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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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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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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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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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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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 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.
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It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.
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