A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
LANG LEAVDon’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.
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There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
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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 have given so much to things that weren’t worth my time. When all along, it’s the people I love that I should have carried.
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It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
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I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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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.
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Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
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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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Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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I don’t want to be in a relationship where I feel the constant need to explain myself. I don’t want to live in a world like that either.
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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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Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
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