Lang Leav September Love Quotes

Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.

I don't want to be in a relationship where I feel the constant need to explain myself. I don't want to live in a world like that either.

Yes, we took it all for granted—but isn't that such a blessed thing? When you're not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won't.

A Life Unlived We reminisce so much about the past that it becomes like a second shadow. We dream so much about the future that we are hardly present. We talk so much about our lives, we forget to live it.

December It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?

I used to think love had no limits— but I draw the line at myself.

Limbo When you wait for a man to make up his mind about you, your life cannot move forward. You can't put your whole heart in anything else if you're betting on something that may not come through. You can build the life of your dreams without him. You can start today. But first, you need to take your heart off the table. You have a few precious years to do what you need to do. Don't waste them on him.

When my heart grows too heavy to hold—I write from the depth of my sorrow to dizzying heights

All the Things You are made of the all things you have loved. You are made of the all things you have lost. And both contribute in equal measure to your beauty and your brillance.

doesn't your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?

I can't deny this is all my fault. I have no one else to blame for my life falling to pieces. But let me ask you this: is pain any less valid when it is self-inflicted? Doesn't it hurt just as much?

Self-growth is a long and winding road, and the ground we are treading is unlike any other. Please be patient with us. Be kind. Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.

There is so much anxiety in the beginning. So much hope and faith. But it's all unnecessary. Once you give your heart away, it's out of your hands. And there's nothing you can do to change the fact that love is, or it isn't. It will either work or it won't.

The moment you look at me will be the end of my life. The second your arms open for me, everything will fall to dust. There is no such thing as happiness like this. My lips pressed into your palm. Joy tearing through me like madness. Your tongue drawing circles down my stomach. Nothing this perfect can come from God. It must be borrowed from a place so dark, it would make your skin crawl. It doesn't come without wanting something back.

Like love, loneliness is a nocturnal thing when I'm missing you all night You snatch away the sleep You take so much time from me, my love

Don't you miss me— not even a little? Does this not feel like a kind of slow death Tell me know before I go on waiting if I should die waiting for you

A girl who looks up at the stars knowing one day, she will be among them.

The secret is no one gets what they want without losing who they are

Always Will Here we are, fantasizing about normality. Our world has turned on its axis and we have all been thrown into the air, not knowing where we'll land. Wondering if there will still be a place for us among the ruins. Yes, we took it all for granted- but isn't that such a blessed thing? When you're not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine someday you won't.

Legacy You must believe it is your destiny to create beauty in this world. To shape your life with love and purpose, touch it ever so briefly with your weary hands and leave it a little more cherished than it was.

There are things that I miss that I shouldn’t, and things that I don’t that I should. Sometimes we want what we couldn’t, sometimes we love who we could. — Lang Leav, “Acceptance,” Lullabies. (Andrews McMeel Publishing September 16, 2014)

Only So Much There is only so much you can say about a man who hurts you so covertly, so gradually. The tiny paper cuts that come one after another, so measured and subdued. It barely hurts, until it does. Yet your pain is visible to no one, sometimes, not even to yourself. There is no blood to mop up, no broken glass to sweep. Not a trace of anything untoward until it gets too much, and suddenly you are a wild animal thrashing, baring your teeth, and when they ask you why, you have nothing to show, no answer to give.

Who You Are He has you, words tangled, wings clipped, folded at your breast. Trapped within yourself thinking, how did I get here? With all your promise and intellect, how did I get here? Whittled down like this, reduced to something you wore you'd never be. Now, how do you tear yourself away from him without ripping your life to shreds? You no longer recognize yourself, but sweet girl, that means you still know who you are. And while there is still a glimmer of hope behind those sad, tired eyes, know he hasn't worn you down. And while there is an ounce of fight left in you, know he wasn't won just yet. And while there is a chance in hell you get out of this, you come out swinging.

I live my life between being loved or being known wishing the two were one To be loved is a wave rushing past the shoreline; filling every void To be known is an ache that never goes away Now that you love me, are afraid to know me? Will distance tell you what your heart refuses to see? You're too close to me, my love You're missing everything

Let It I have a rule about not thinking where I am or what comes next. I guess when you let go of the need to know, everything tends to fall into place. It is okay to dream, to allow your higher self to take care of the rest.So, if something is calling you, answer. If it bursts out of your chest like a trapped bird set free, follow it. There is a mysterious pull that longs to take you exactly where you need to go. Let it.

The Chase I have grown soft—forgotten what it was like to go hungry. Love has spoilt me, but I don't miss a man I have to chase. Does that seem sad to you? That I don't miss you? I wish I could tell you about my life. Paint a picture of everything you're missing. Sometimes I still feel you, looking out from behind my eyes. There was a time when I would have given it all to you. But not anymore. The truth is, I loved our love more than I loved you.

More love is found in grief than in love itself

grief is the only thing that cuts through love

Give You I give you up, fingernails dug in dirt spitting up blood, I give you up like the sea gives up her dead like a string of pearls falling into pieces crashing onto the cold hard floor on my hands and knees, scraping up the mess a rush of Hail Marys raining from my mouth and I would imagine this isn't love but some other beast altogether and if they asked me if I could have died happy never knowing a world where you don't want me, I would say yes They tell me love is something I have to claw my way out of Breaking through bone, tearing through skin Stripping myself of everything in this final show of my devotion to you my everything—the only thing left I can give up I can give you—give you up

is pain any less valid when it's self-inflicted? Doesn't it hurt just as much?

What do you wish for at the cut of the cake A knife in your hand for a love you still ache

Once you give your heart away, it's out of your hands. And there's nothing can do to change the fact that love is, or it isn't.

Before You Leave Before you leave in the morning remember what you've left The girl you swore your heart to the dream you held as you slept Before the evening carries you to the dawn of another day think of how you'd miss her as you go on your way Before the sun goes down again and you resign yourself to fate know that it is in your hands before it gets too late

Not You I don't want the best thing to come too early in my life I hope with all my heart it wasn't you

Like It Was You've waited so long for someone who can laugh with even when you're sad Someone you can be at peace with, even with a stomach full of butterflies And as you are searching the great sea of darkness for a flicker of light there is someone who is searching for you One day you will find refuge in another, and they will learn to know your heart like it was their own

Taking Time I need a day of nothing, a reprieve from the spinning merrygo-round of my life. Shrug it off like an old winter coat and hang it by the door. I need a day where I am not asked, wanted, or noticed. To know there is a wall of silence between me and everything else

This year found new ways to break my heart but I didn’t let it break me. Gave as much as it took and still left me wanting. Left me with a proud, unwavering sense of myself, and a ferce, unbreakable resolve to conquer the next.

To past generations, You grew up in a time of tall trees and flowers. Stumbled through the dark, blameless and carefree. When you were at fault, you answered only to yourself. The pain you’ve caused others—now inconsequential—because no one was watching. You belong to a world of forgotten transgressions. Our generation blooms in the era of eyes and judgment. Where our mistakes are timestamped; our broken hearts livestreamed. But does this give you a right to throw stones at us? Self-growth is a long and winding road, and the ground we are treading is unlike any other. Please be patient with us. Be kind. Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.

To be a poet you must hold nothing back. In poetry there is no room for ego, nowhere to hide. You must write under the pretense that no one will ever read a single word.