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 LEAVI don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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Whatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.
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I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
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It was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me. “Do you love me, I ask?” In your hesitation I found my answer.
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You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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My heart is like a time capsule-it keeps safe the memory of you. I know it’s harder with you gone than if you had never been here at all-but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
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I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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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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You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.
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In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
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We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
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If they were meant to be in your life, nothing cover ever make them leave. If they weren’t, nothing in the world could make them stay.
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