She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
LANG LEAV- 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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- grey
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- red
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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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
LANG LEAVBut how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
LANG LEAVWhen love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
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In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
LANG LEAVIn her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
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Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
LANG LEAVEvery day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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I build my walls from the mess they leave.
LANG LEAVI build my walls from the mess they leave.
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She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.
LANG LEAVShe can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.
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I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
LANG LEAVI do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
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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.
LANG LEAVHave 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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The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
LANG LEAVThe only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
LANG LEAVTo love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
LANG LEAVDo you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
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What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
LANG LEAVThere are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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