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.
LANG LEAVIn her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I don’t know how you are so familiar to me-or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before-in another time, a different place, some other existence.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
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Yes, I think it is entirely possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met. Physicality is an expression of intimacy- not an indication of it.
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You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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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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I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
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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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One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else.
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Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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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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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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