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.
LANG LEAVSearching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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How many people have we known all our lives and never once loved. How many people have we loved and never known.
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People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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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.
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A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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The sad thing is,” she said, “the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.
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But when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you’ll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one.
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I’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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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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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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My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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