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.
LANG LEAVIf 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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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Don’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
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That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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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.
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We all need to follow our intuition, even if it takes us down the wrong path. Otherwise, you’ll always be second-guessing yourself.
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I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
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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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In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
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If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
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Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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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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