I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.
LANG LEAVI 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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
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We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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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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Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
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When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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I did not know that it was love until I knew.
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I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
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You’re young and there’s still so much ahead. So much uncertainty and doubt. It keeps you up at night-this wild, restless feeling. But you don’t know how free you are. For this short, miraculous time, you have no one to answer to, nothing to lose. You belong wholly to yourself.
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It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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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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You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
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