To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
LANG LEAVTo never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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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 have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
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I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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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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It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. I saw love in your smile, and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch, and I was already home.
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If a boy ever says, you remind me of someone–don’t fall in love with him. You will never be anything more than second best.
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I know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.
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She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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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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What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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Where the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
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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.
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Whatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.
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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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