She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
LANG LEAVLike time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.
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You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.
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I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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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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We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life – they have not loved at all.
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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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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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I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.
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We all need to follow our intuition, even if it takes us down the wrong path. Otherwise, you’ll always be second-guessing yourself.
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I don’t know if what we had was love, but if it wasn’t, I hope never to fall in love. Because of you, I know I am too fragile to bear it.
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Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you?
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