But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
LANG LEAVWe 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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else.
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I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
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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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Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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I missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
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I 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.
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In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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The words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.
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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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For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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