I did not know that it was love until I knew.
LANG LEAVI’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.
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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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I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
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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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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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It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
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Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
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There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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If they were meant to be in your life, nothing cover ever make them leave. If they weren’t, nothing in the world could make them stay.
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Whatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.
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Yes, I think it is entirely possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met. Physicality is an expression of intimacy- not an indication of it.
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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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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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