Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
LANG LEAVI know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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It is the mark of a great poet to write words that feel as though they have stood witness to your most intimate memory of love.
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There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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He swept in like a tsunami, wave after wave, and I didn’t stand a chance. All those warnings, all the things they tried to prepare me for-lost in an instant-to the enormity of what I felt.
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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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We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.
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You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
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I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.
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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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You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
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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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When someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it’s so intense you can barely stand to be with him.
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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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