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 LEAVBecause someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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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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And 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.
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In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.
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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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There is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.
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You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.
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For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
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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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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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Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
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