Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
LANG LEAVI know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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I think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.
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My indecision. I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
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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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The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with 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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Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
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Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
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I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
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We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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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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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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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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