Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
LANG LEAVYou’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
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I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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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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If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I’m. But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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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 love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
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When someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it’s so intense you can barely stand to be with him.
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And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.
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I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.
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That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.
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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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In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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