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.
LANG LEAVIt was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.
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Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.
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I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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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.
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I have given so much to things that weren’t worth my time. When all along, it’s the people I love that I should have carried.
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And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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Don’t let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present.
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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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We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn.
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I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.
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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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Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
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Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
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But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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