I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
LANG LEAVI know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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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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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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I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.
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That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
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You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
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When someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it’s so intense you can barely stand to be with him.
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Give me something I can write about.
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For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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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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The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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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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I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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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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Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
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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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How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
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You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
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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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Where the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
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There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
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