But when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you’ll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one.
LANG LEAVBut if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret- I can’t forgive me, and you can’t forget.
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Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
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But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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When you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them.
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Don’t let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present.
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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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Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
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If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I’m. But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
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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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She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
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