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.
LANG LEAVTo never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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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There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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I’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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Life has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
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Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.
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Some Time Out The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
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It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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There is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.
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When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
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When someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it’s so intense you can barely stand to be with him.
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In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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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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