Lang Leav Love And Misadventure Quotes

It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn't resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me. "Do you love me?" I ask. In your hesitation I found my answer.

You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too.

In her eyes, the sadness sings—of one who was destined, for better things.

We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I'll wonder why.

Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds— it was you I fell in love with first.

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude. It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance. What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy. It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence. What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.

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

It happens like this. "One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time." Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more. ------------------------------------------------- It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me. That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can.

I had my first dream about you last night. Really? She smiles. What was it about? I don't remember exactly but the whole time I was dreaming, I knew you were mine.

Do you know what it is like, to lie in bed awake; with thoughts to haunt you every night, of all your past mistakes. Knowing sleep will set it right - if you were not to wake.

Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.

We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.

But it was now time for her to go away—to find someone who could show her what happiness was.

What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.

In time she will learn, not to miss them.

Like time suspended, a wound unmended-- you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I'll wonder why.

Beauty's Curse Her bow is drawn to worlds of dark, where arrows spring and miss their mark— she'll turn their heads but not their hearts.

I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.

For the past has taught to not be caught, in what is not worth pursuing—

A marker drawn to show our end, is etched into its line. The briefest moment shared with you—the longest on my mind.

The Wanderer What is she like? I was told— she is a melancholy soul. She is like the sun to the night; a momentary gold. A star when dimmed by dawning light; the flicker of a candle blown. A lonely kite lost in flight— someone once had flown.

Just Friends I know that I don't own you, and perhaps I never will, so anger when you're with her, I have no right to feel I know that you don't owe me, and I should ask for more; I shouldn't feel so let down, all the times when you don't call What I feel—I should show you, so when you're around I won't; I knwo I've no right to feel it but it doesn't mean I don't.

I don't think all writers are sad, she said. I think it's the other way around— all sad people write.

The briefest moment shared with you— the longest on my mind.

A Stranger There is a love I reminisce, Like a seed I've never sown. Or lips that im yet to kiss, and eyes not met my own. Hands that wrap around my wrists, and arms that feel like home. I wonder how it is I miss, these things I've never known.

But it's perplexingly sweet, and quite sexy too— to be ignored, ignored by you.

Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.

Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall; do they know I'm present, am I here at all? Is there a written rule book, that tells you how to be— all the right things to talk about— that everyone has but me? Slowly I am withering— a flowered deprived of sun; longing to belong to— somewhere or someone.

Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall; do they know I'm present, am I here at all?

She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary. For she is his poet, And he is her poetry.

Saving You The darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him. Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he's gone again.

Afraid to Love I turn away and close my heart— to the promise of love that is luring. For the past has taught to not be caught, in what is not worth pursuing— To never do the things I've done that once had led to my undoing.

I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

Of lips that I am yet to kiss, and eyes not met my own.

Knowing sleep will set it right— if you were not to wake.

In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.

As a kid, I would count backwards from ten and imagine at one, there would be an explosion–perhaps caused by a rogue planet crashing into Earth or some other major catastrophe. When nothing happened, I'd feel relieved and at the same time, a little disappointed. I think of you at ten; the first time I saw you. Your smile at nine and how it lit up something inside me I had thought long dead. Your lips at eight pressed against mine and at seven, your warm breath in my ear and your hands everywhere. You tell me you love me at six and at five we have our first real fight. At four we have our second and three, our third. At two you tell me you can't go on any longer and then at one, you ask me to stay. And I am relieved, so relieved–and a little disappointed.

What I feel—I shouldn't show you, so when you're around I won't; I know I've no right to feel it but it doesn't mean I don't.

A ROLLERCOASTER You will find him in my highs and lows; in my mind, he’ll to and fro. He’s the tallest person, that I know— and so he keeps me, on my toes.

There was a man who I once knew, for me there was no other. The closer to loving me he grew, the more he would grow further. I tried to love him as his friend, then to love him as his lover; but he never loved me in the end— his heart was for another.

If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I'm. But if you don't love my every flaw, then you mustn't love me— not at all.

A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can't un-sing a song that's sung. And the saddest thing about my regret— I can't forgive me, and you can't forget.

Without a doubt, I must read, all the books I've read about. See the artworks hung on hooks, that I have only, seen in books.

The scatterbrain, is a little like, the patter of rain. Neither here, nor there, but everywhere.

Xs and Os Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.

In Two Parts You come and go so easily, your life is as you knew— while mine is split in two. How I envy so the half of me, who lived before love's due, who was yet to know of you.

You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too.

If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me. If you love me for what you've heard, then you would love me for my words. If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I'm. But if you don't love my every flaw, then you mustn't love me— not at all.

Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another.

What is she like? I was told— she is a melancholy soul.

To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.

When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen. Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another. This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they are not there—even if they are only in the very next room. Your soul only feels their absence—it doesn't realize the separation is temporary.

I remember our sorrows in shades, like the gray of the shadows, which loomed that day, and the white in his lie when he promised to stay.

The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.

A Way Out Do you know what it is like, to lie in bed awake; with thoughts to haunt you every night, of all your past mistakes. Knowing sleep will set it right— if you were not to wake.

Dead Butterflies I sometimes think about the fragility of glass — of broken shards tearing against soft skin.When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch. For years I’ve kept you in secret, behind a glass screen. I’ve watched helplessly as day after day, your new girlfriend becomes your wife and then later, the mother of your children. Then realizing their only in thinking you were the one under glass when in fact it has been me— a pinned butterfly static and unmoving, watching while your other life unfolds.

To be unafraid of all the things I used to fear, before I knew I shouldn't fear them.

Closure Like time suspended, a wound unmended— you and I. We had no ending, no said good-bye. For all my life, I'll wonder why.

Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss good night.

Everyone has one—an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life.

Do you know when you've lost something—like your favorite T-shirt or a set of keys—and while looking for it, you come across something else you once missed but have long since forgotten? Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searching, maybe because it was no longer required or a new replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed in the first place—until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition. Everyone has one—an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life. I think this is where I belong—among all your other lost things. A crumpled note at the bottom of a drawer or an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book. I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

The briefest moment shared with you- the longest on my mind

Lost and Found A sunken chest, on the ocean ground, to never be found was where he found me. There he stirred, my every thought, my every word, so gently, so profoundly. Now I am kept, from dreams I dreamt, when once I slept, so soundly.

To never do the things I've done that once had led to my undoing.

For years I've kept you in secret, behind a glass screen. I've watched helplessly as day after day, your new girlfriend becomes your wife and then later, the mother of your children. Then realizing the irony in thinking you were the one under glass when in fact it has been me—a pinned butterfly—static and unmoving, watching while your other life unfolds.

Sad Songs Once there was a boy who couldn't speak but owned a music box that held every song in all the world. One day he met a girl who had never heard a single melody in her entire life and so he played her his favorite song. He watched while her face lit up with wonder as the music filled the sky and the poetry of lyrics moved her in a way she had never felt before. He would play his songs for her day after day and she would sit by him quietly—never seeming to mind that he could only speak to her through song. She loved everything he played for her, but of them all—she loved the sad songs best. So he began to play them more and more until eventually, sad songs were all she would hear. One day, he noticed it had been a very long time since her last smile. When he asked her why, she took both his hands in hers and kissed them warmly. She thanked him for his gift of music and poetry but above all else—for showing her sadness because she had known neither of these things before him. But it was now time for her to go away—to find someone who could show her what happiness was. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.

A Timeline You and I against a rule, set for us by time. A marker drawn to show our end, etched into its line. The briefest moment shared with you— the longest on my mind.

The Fear of Losing You Without meaning to, he's disarmed me, with kisses that soothe and alarm me. In arms that terrify and calm me.

The past has taught to not be caught in what is not worth pursuing- To never do the things I've done that once had led to my undoing

One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time. Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.

One day, he noticed it had been a very long time since her last smile. When he asked her why, she took both his hands in hers and kissed them warmly. She thanked him for his gift of music and poetry but above all else—for showing her sadness because she had known neither of these things before him. But it was now time for her to go away—to find someone who could show her what happiness was.

There's a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. [...] It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.

A Dream As the Earth began spinning faster and faster, we floated upwards, hands locked tightly together, eyes sad and bewildered. We watched as our faces grew younger and realized the Earth was spinning in reverse, moving us backwards in time. Then we reached a point where I no longer knew who you were and I was grasping the hands of a stranger. But I didn't let go. And neither did you. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I had my first dream about you last night. Really? She smiles. What was it about? I don't remember exactly, but the whole time I was dreaming, I knew you were mine.

There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice.   Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.

Sea of Strangers In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores. The arms that yearn to someday hold me, will ache beneath the heavy oars. Please take your time and take it slowly; as all you do will run its course. And nothing else can take what only— was always meant as solely yours.

First Love Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds— it was you I fell in love with first.

I had my first dream about you last night. Really? She smiles. What was it about? I don't remember exactly, but the whole time I was dreaming, I knew you were mine.

Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time and distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another. [...] Your soul only feels their absence - it doesn't realize the separation is temporary.

Rarely do the words I love you precede a question mark ― but it is a question nonetheless and your answer to mine was the incarnation of a wish ― the fulfillment of a promise.

And though you know it's wrongful, there is someone else you long for.

When Ignorance Is Bliss I deplore, being ignored. For- I am not a bore! But it's perplexingly sweet, and quite sexy too- to be ignored, ignored by you.

How I envy so the half of me, who lived before love's due, who was yet to know of you.

Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself.

You brush my hair away from my face. 'You're beautiful.' I wrinkle my nose in protest. 'You are.

I love you,' he says for the first time. I turn my body to face his. 'Say it again.' He says it over and over again, pulling me beneath him.

Do you love me?" I ask. In your hesitation I found my answer.

Rogue Planets As a kid, I would count backwards from ten and imagine at one, there would be an explosion—perhaps caused by a rogue planet crashing into Earth or some other major catastrophe. When nothing happened, I'd feel relieved and at the same time, a little disappointed. I think of you at ten; the first time I saw you. Your smile at nine and how it lit up something inside me I had thought long dead. Your lips at eight pressed against mine and at seven, your warm breath in my ear and your hands everywhere. You tell me you love me at six and at five we have our first real fight. At four we have our second and three, our third. At two you tell me you can't go on any longer and then at one, you ask me to stay. And I am relieved, so relieved—and a little disappointed.

A Stranger There is a love I reminisce, like a seed I've never sown. Of lips that I am yet to kiss, and eyes not met my own. Hands that wrap around my wrists, and arms that feel like home. I wonder how it is I miss, these things I've never known.

You may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

A Question It was a question I had worn on my lips for days—like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn't resist pulling—despite knowing it could all unravel around me.   “Do you love me?” I ask.   In your hesitation I found my answer.

A Time Capsule This is where, I began to care, where I was befriended. This is where, my soul was bared, where all my rules were bended. This is where, a moment we shared, was stolen and expended. Now this is where, this is where, this is where we've ended—

When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.   For

I don't know how you are so familiar to me - or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are.

If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.

Just Friends I know that I don't own you, and perhaps I never will, so my anger when you're with her, I have no right to feel. I know that you don't owe me, and I shouldn't ask for more; I shouldn't feel so let down, all the times when you don't call. What I feel—I shouldn't show you, so when you're around I won't; I know I've no right to feel it but it doesn't mean I don't.

Angels It happens like this. One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else—closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps because this person carries an angel within them—one sent to you for some higher purpose, to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them—even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering—the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.   Though here is a word of warning—you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled, the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

A Small Consolation Everything that we once were, is now a sad and lonely verse. When once I had so much to say, I am now bereft of words. Sometimes it is the order of things, that make them seem much worse. It's not as if you would have stayed, if I hadn't left you first.

Angels It happens like this. One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else—closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps because this person carries an angel within them—one sent to you for some higher purpose, to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them—even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering—the reason for their presence will become clear in due time. Though here is a word of warning—you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled, the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

Lost Things Do you know when you've lost something—like your favorite T-shirt or a set of keys—and while looking for it, you come across something else you once missed but have long since forgotten? Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searching, maybe because it was no longer required or a new replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed in the first place—until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition. Everyone has one—an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life. I think this is where I belong—among all your other lost things. A crumpled note at the bottom of a drawer or an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book. I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.