You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
LANG LEAVSome days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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.
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Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.
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It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
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You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.
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He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
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It was pure bliss and absolute torture at the same time. I was in daze, as if my brain had suddenly packed up and gone on vacation. I could barely string words together in a sentence.
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I can’t believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It’s like I’ve been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.
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Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.
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In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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