Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
LANG LEAVWhatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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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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We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
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I think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.
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I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.
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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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That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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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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It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
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And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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