But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
LANG LEAVShe would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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When you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them.
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And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
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We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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I know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.
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I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.
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There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
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Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.
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Our emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. That’s just the way it goes.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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The words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.
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She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.
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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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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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The most beautiful thing is not when you learn to live without something: it’s the moment you realize you never needed it in the first place.
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