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.
LANG LEAVThere is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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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 am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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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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You’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
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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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Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
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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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You’re young and there’s still so much ahead. So much uncertainty and doubt. It keeps you up at night-this wild, restless feeling. But you don’t know how free you are. For this short, miraculous time, you have no one to answer to, nothing to lose. You belong wholly to yourself.
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The words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.
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In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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