He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.
LANG LEAVI 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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.
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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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Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
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How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
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It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
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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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And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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Most 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.
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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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You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.
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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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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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