I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder-I felt it through and through.
LANG LEAVThe only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
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I don’t know if what we had was love, but if it wasn’t, I hope never to fall in love. Because of you, I know I am too fragile to bear it.
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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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Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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I know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.
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That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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I don’t know how you are so familiar to me-or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before-in another time, a different place, some other existence.
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She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
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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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You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
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You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
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Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.
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We 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.
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I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
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