Lang Leav Sea Of Strangers Quotes

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

Meant to Be If they were meant to be in your life, nothing cover ever make them leave. If they weren't, nothing in the world could make them stay.

My Life I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.

Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.

Anything for Love Fear isn't a reason when it come to love—it's an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that. When it happens, you don't think about the consequences. You'd turn your life upside down to be with that person. You'd do anything for them.

Take Back Your Power Greet the world with no expectation. Love as though you have never been hurt or betrayed. Let go of the ones who take so much from you yet offer nothing in return. This is how you take back your power.

Strength Don't let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present. Your pain is part of who you are. They don't know how strong that makes you.

The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.

How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.

The distance from you is measured in how far I've come.

More to Me What never was, What could have been, was more to me than anything else.

Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.

The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.

Where It Hurts There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can't pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.

No Longer Mine It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.

love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.

Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.

My father was a house, my mother was a home.

It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.

Thoughts on Letting Go It's possible to move on from someone even if your heart refuses to let go. And it's not something you need to consciously do. It will just happen gradually over time. The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you'll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.

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.

From Everyone When you don't have the whole attention of someone, you find yourself begging for it from everyone.

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.

I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.

There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.

The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you'll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.

You came into my life and made everything else feel like a rehearsal. Love always came to me as a question, but with you, it felt like an answer. I didn’t know I had put up walls until you brought them crashing down. I couldn’t figure out why love was different with you until I realized it hadn’t been love with anyone else.

Writing There is one thing you should know about writing. It will inevitably lead you to dark places as you cannot write authentically about something unless you have lived it. However, you should always bear in mind that you are only a tourist and must always remain one. You were blessed with the gift of words, in order to bring a voice to suffering. But do not be too indulgent despite how addictive sadness can be, how easy it is to get lost down the path of self-destruction. You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story, and, in turn, light the way for others.

For Yours You were the one who taught her strength and humility in equal parts. You were the one who lifted her up, brought her down to her knees. And now here she is, the girl who has never had to ask for anyone's love, asking for yours.s

I was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn't in plain sight, you don't realize how close you are.

Fear isn't a reason when it comes to love--it's an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.

That's the thing about happiness. It doesn't require justification.

Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.

Misunderstood Today I feel small—looked down on and disregarded. My thoughts are of little importance. My words have no bearing on the weight of the world. I am tired of being taken for granted. If only I could get back a fraction of what I give. But my efforts go unnoticed, and my soul keeps wishing to be noticed, to be valued; to be understood.

But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.

An Impossible Ideal Men don’t compare us with other women. They compare us to an ideal.

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.

What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.

With Anyone Else You came into my life and made everything else feel like a rehearsal. Love always came to me as a question, but with you, it felt like an answer. I didn’t know I had put up walls until you brought them crashing down. I couldn’t figure out why love was different with you until I realized it hadn’t been love with anyone else.

Crazy Love Anyone who knew me then would say I loved you far too much. Like a wildfire or the sharp edge of a knife. Anyone would have told you I stopped being the person I was the second you walked into my life. They would have said love wasn’t supposed to drive you crazy, make you want to scratch at your skin. And they were right. Because there was love and then there was you. 

After all this time, my love for you burns constant and true, my guiding light, my morning star. Time is testament to the relentless, unyielding power of this old, ancient love. A love I will carry with me, from eons to oceans to inches, back to you.

There are three stages of waking: Remembering who you are. Forgetting what you dreamt. Letting go of what you felt in that dream.

I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.

If they were meant to be in your life, nothing cover ever make them leave. If they weren't, nothing in the world could make them stay.

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.

My father was a house,my mother was a home.

Don't let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present.

When you don't have the whole attention of someone, you find yourself begging for it from everyone.

Strings Some people are made like the string of a kite, loose and free, like a bird riding the wind. Some people are made like the hard, brittle rope of a mountaineer, strong, steady, infallible. And then there are the ones who are like the strings of a violin, delicate and ethereal. Strung tight and taut, ready to snap. But when they sing, there is no other sound more haunting or beautiful.

I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.

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.

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.

You said I was the girl who couldn't decide between the ocean and the shore. Said the only way to make me fall in love with the present was to turn it into my past.

Look for the light within you. Feel it surge like a river through your veins. / Use it to will your dreams into existence.

You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.

I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you.

If I have learned anything this year, it is that I won't ever be ready for what life throws at me. I won't have the right words when it counts; I won't know what to choose when fate itself is staring me down. But now I know I don't always need to have the right answer. I've learned I can go on waiting for something, sustained by hope and nothing more - or I can put it aside and shrug my shoulders. Bravely accept the fact that I can't keep my heart safe any more than I can stop love from taking everything from me. I have learned to stop saying yes when I don't mean it - to live as authentically as I know how. To allow the tips of my fingers to skirt the darkness, as long as I remember to keep my eyes fixed on the light. And as one door opens and another closes, I will move forward with the knowledge that unlike so many others, I have another year ahead of me - another shot at making it all the way around the sun, and a chance to get it right this time around.

Greet the world with no expectation. Love as though you have never been hurt or betrayed. Let go of the ones who take so much from you yet offer nothing in return. This is how you take back your power.

I have learned to stop saying yes when I don’t mean it—to live as authentically as I know how. To allow the tips of my fingers to skirt the darkness, as long as I remember to keep my eyes fixed on the light.

There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can't pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.

Call to Action Do you hear the angry winds bellowing? The light from a single torch is burning; the sea that roars onto the shoreline, tells us that the tide is turning. Do you feel the blood within you flowing? From rivers to oceans—here we stand; this is the time of our deliverance, the power we now hold in hand. Do you see the flicker of light now growing? A wildfire roars in Liberty’s name; the seraphic flame of our Awakening, it is now our time to rise again.

Someone who has your heart is not entitled to your body. Nobody lays a finger on you without your permission.

Let go of the ones who take so much from you yet offer nothing in return. This is how you take back your power.

This is the happiest I have ever been. The most at peace with myself and all things that anchor me to this world. I have grown with our love, it is a place of shelter. My island of solace. With you, I have seen all my dreams come into fruition. Everything I want is here in this moment. All I ask now is for time with you, as much as we are allowed.

You had me once— wild and willing; you wanted a lover who took you to the edge. Wasn’t it I— who gave you that feeling? A love that danced upon a ledge. Then came another who offered you safety— and you chose to be with her instead.

Where they destroy, we create; where they criticize, we inspire. That is why they are the critics, and we are the poets.

Who You Love” The life you always thought you wanted before you knew any different. The sea change you didn’t see coming, the sweeping vistas and cotton candy sunsets. The meeting point between how you imagined it would be and how it has transpired. The willingness to take a chance on something that could take you somewhere new. The dream you chose to give up on, or the one that you were coaxed into following. Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.

More to Me” What never was, What could have been, was more to me than anything else.

There is one thing you should know about writing. It will inevitably lead you to dark places as you cannot write authentically about something unless you have lived it.

Your pain is part of who you are. They don't know how strong that makes you.

Don't let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present. Your pain is part of who you are. They don't know how strong that makes you.

That was what got to her the most. The things she asked for were so infinitesimally small, she felt as though she shouldn’t have had to ask.

If I have learned anything this year, it’s that I won’t ever be ready for what life throws at me. I will never be adequately prepared. I won’t have the right words when it counts for something. I won’t know the right answer when fate itself is staring me down.

I understand that I am both the architect and the tenant of my destruction. I can feel it so acutely like an ache in my chest, knowing ultimately that I am locked into a chain of events that I cannot stop, an outcome I cannot alter, feeling at once helpless yet hopelessly awed by the power of my part in this beautiful, brutal expression of the Universe.

Anyone who knew me then would say I loved you far too much. Like a wildfire or the sharp edge of a knife. Anyone would have told you I stopped being the person I was the second you walked into my life. They would have said love wasn’t supposed to drive you crazy, make you want to scratch at your skin. And they were right. Because there was love and then there was you.

Kiss him if you want to; you are treading on sacred ground. Anywhere you go, I have already been. And when you put your body next to his, you'll find the places I mapped out long before he knew you. And when he calls your name, know I was the one who put up those walls. You should know by now that you cannot build cities on cities. Kiss him if you want to; But keep this in mind- you are a tourist here. I was his first love and I'll be his last.