The briefest moment shared with you-the longest on my mind.
LANG LEAVIt was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
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If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
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It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
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A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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If they were meant to be in your life, nothing cover ever make them leave. If they weren’t, nothing in the world could make them stay.
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We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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The less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
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When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
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It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. I saw love in your smile, and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch, and I was already home.
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He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.
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