Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
LANG LEAVSome days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. 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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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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I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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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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We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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You may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.
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Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
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Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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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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When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am and we just are.
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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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The distance from you is measured in how far I’ve come.
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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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