My father was a house,my mother was a home.
LANG LEAVI want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
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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Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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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.
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I build my walls from the mess they leave.
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Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
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Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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We all need to follow our intuition, even if it takes us down the wrong path. Otherwise, you’ll always be second-guessing yourself.
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Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
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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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The less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
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In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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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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Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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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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