When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
LANG LEAVI 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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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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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It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.
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Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
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The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.
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I missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
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But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.
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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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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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And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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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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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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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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