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.
LANG LEAVI know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
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I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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You won’t hear from me again after today, and I don’t want you to worry. I’ll be okay. Because I have to be.
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I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
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I don’t know if what we had was love, but if it wasn’t, I hope never to fall in love. Because of you, I know I am too fragile to bear it.
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Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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There is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.
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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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To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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Because sooner or later, all kinds of love – crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.
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The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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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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