Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
LANG LEAVEvery day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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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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It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.
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I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.
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I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
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My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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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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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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Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
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I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
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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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