I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
LANG LEAVI know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
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I don’t want to be in a relationship where I feel the constant need to explain myself. I don’t want to live in a world like that either.
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Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.
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Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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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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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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Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.
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When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
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If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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He and I 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.
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You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
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Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
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