She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
LANG LEAVWhat I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
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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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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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Our emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. That’s just the way it goes.
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When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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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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And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
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The distance from you is measured in how far I’ve come.
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My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.
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And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.
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When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am and we just are.
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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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