There is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.
LANG LEAVThe second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
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I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
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We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
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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.
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Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?
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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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In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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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.
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I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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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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I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
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We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
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My indecision. I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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