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.
LANG LEAVHow much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
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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 know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
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How do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.
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The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
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Give me something I can write about.
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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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Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?
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Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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I have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
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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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Most people want to save the entire world. It’s a lovely thought, and I’m not saying it’s not a noble pursuit-but it’s impossible to save everyone. You just have to pick your little corner of the world and focus your energy there. That’s the only way you will ever make a difference.
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I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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