In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
LANG LEAVI 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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.
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I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.
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How do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.
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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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I don’t know how you are so familiar to me-or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before-in another time, a different place, some other existence.
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Yes, I think it is entirely possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met. Physicality is an expression of intimacy- not an indication of it.
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The briefest moment shared with you-the longest on my mind.
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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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Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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I missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
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Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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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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In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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