It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
LANG LEAVMost people want to save the entire world. It’s a lovely thought, and I’m not saying it’s not a noble pursuit-but it’s impossible to save everyone. You just have to pick your little corner of the world and focus your energy there. That’s the only way you will ever make a difference.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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The sad thing is,” she said, “the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.
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You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
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Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.
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Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
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When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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You’re young and there’s still so much ahead. So much uncertainty and doubt. It keeps you up at night-this wild, restless feeling. But you don’t know how free you are. For this short, miraculous time, you have no one to answer to, nothing to lose. You belong wholly to yourself.
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The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.
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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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You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
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I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
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