She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
LANG LEAVThe memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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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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The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
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You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
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I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.
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Life has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.
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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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People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
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Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?
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I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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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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If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I’m. But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
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Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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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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