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.
LANG LEAVYou talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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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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You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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I was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.
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When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.
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Most people want to save the entire world. It’s a lovely thought, and I’m not saying it’s not a noble pursuit-but it’s impossible to save everyone. You just have to pick your little corner of the world and focus your energy there. That’s the only way you will ever make a difference.
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It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.
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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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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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Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
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A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret- I can’t forgive me, and you can’t forget.
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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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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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I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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My indecision. I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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