That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
LANG LEAVI know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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Give me something I can write about.
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The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
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It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. I saw love in your smile, and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch, and I was already home.
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I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
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But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
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If a boy ever says, you remind me of someone–don’t fall in love with him. You will never be anything more than second best.
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Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.
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I can’t believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It’s like I’ve been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.
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Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
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Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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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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It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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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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You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
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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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