It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.
LANG LEAVI love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
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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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Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
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But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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I have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
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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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My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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The sad thing is,” she said, “the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.
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Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
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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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Whatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.
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I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.
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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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We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.
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