Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
LANG LEAVIf a boy ever says, you remind me of someone–don’t fall in love with him. You will never be anything more than second best.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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If a boy ever says, you remind me of someone–don’t fall in love with him. You will never be anything more than second best.
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We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
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What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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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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Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
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Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
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I know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.
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I’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
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