If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
LANG LEAVGive me something I can write about.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
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How many people have we known all our lives and never once loved. How many people have we loved and never known.
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Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
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How do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.
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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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I saw love in your smile and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I was already home.
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She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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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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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you?
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It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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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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She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
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You may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.
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It was pure bliss and absolute torture at the same time. I was in daze, as if my brain had suddenly packed up and gone on vacation. I could barely string words together in a sentence.
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We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.
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Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.
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We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn.
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People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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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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What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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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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We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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