The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.
LANG LEAVI thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I did not know that it was love until I knew.
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The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret- I can’t forgive me, and you can’t forget.
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When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.
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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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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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I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
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Because sooner or later, all kinds of love – crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.
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Give me something I can write about.
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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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I was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.
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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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You’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
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She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
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