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 LEAVIn a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.
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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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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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The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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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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You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you?
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For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
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I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
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Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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It was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me. “Do you love me, I ask?” In your hesitation I found my answer.
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