She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.
LANG LEAVAnd if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.
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The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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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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How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
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What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
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You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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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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Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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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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In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.
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I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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Give me something I can write about.
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Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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