The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
LANG LEAVWhen 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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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My heart is like a time capsule-it keeps safe the memory of you. I know it’s harder with you gone than if you had never been here at all-but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
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When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
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He and I 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.
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It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.
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The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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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.
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We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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There are things I miss that I shouldn’t, and things I don’t that I should. Sometimes we want what we couldn’t, sometimes we love what we could.
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If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life – they have not loved at all.
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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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You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
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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.
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Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.
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Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
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You’re young and there’s still so much ahead. So much uncertainty and doubt. It keeps you up at night-this wild, restless feeling. But you don’t know how free you are. For this short, miraculous time, you have no one to answer to, nothing to lose. You belong wholly to yourself.
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Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.
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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.
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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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Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.
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I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
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We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
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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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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.
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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.
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