We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
LANG LEAVBe patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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 won’t hear from me again after today, and I don’t want you to worry. I’ll be okay. Because I have to be.
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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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When you don’t have the whole attention of someone, you find yourself begging for it from everyone.
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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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You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
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You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
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I build my walls from the mess they leave.
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How many people have we known all our lives and never once loved. How many people have we loved and never known.
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I have given so much to things that weren’t worth my time. When all along, it’s the people I love that I should have carried.
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Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
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We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
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