What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
LANG LEAVYou 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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
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Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
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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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You won’t hear from me again after today, and I don’t want you to worry. I’ll be okay. Because I have to be.
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The less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
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You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.
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I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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There are things I miss that I shouldn’t, and things I don’t that I should. Sometimes we want what we couldn’t, sometimes we love what we could.
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In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
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