I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.
LANG LEAVThe words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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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.
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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 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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Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.
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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.
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I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
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He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.
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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.
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