I was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.
LANG LEAVAnd I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
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We all need to follow our intuition, even if it takes us down the wrong path. Otherwise, you’ll always be second-guessing yourself.
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One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else.
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You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
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You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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In a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
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There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
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There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
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I don’t know if what we had was love, but if it wasn’t, I hope never to fall in love. Because of you, I know I am too fragile to bear it.
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Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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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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Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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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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