The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.
LANG LEAVIn many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
More Lang Leav Quotes
-
-
I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
LANG LEAV -
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.
LANG LEAV -
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.
LANG LEAV -
I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
LANG LEAV -
Where the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
LANG LEAV -
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.
LANG LEAV -
I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.
LANG LEAV -
You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
LANG LEAV -
When someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it’s so intense you can barely stand to be with him.
LANG LEAV -
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.
LANG LEAV -
Life has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
LANG LEAV -
I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
LANG LEAV -
In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
LANG LEAV -
That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
LANG LEAV -
In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
LANG LEAV