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.
LANG LEAVTo never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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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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And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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Some Time Out The 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.
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Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
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Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
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The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.
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There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
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If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
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You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.
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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 was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder-I felt it through and through.
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What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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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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