Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
LANG LEAVWe had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.
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I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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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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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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Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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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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My heart is like a time capsule-it keeps safe the memory of you. I know it’s harder with you gone than if you had never been here at all-but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
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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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My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
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I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
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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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Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
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