I was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.
LANG LEAVI was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.
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Give me something I can write about.
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Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
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There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
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The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
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In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
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There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
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I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
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Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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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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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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