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.
LANG LEAVYes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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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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I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.
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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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Where the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
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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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Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.
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You may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.
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But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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Because sooner or later, all kinds of love – crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.
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Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.
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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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I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.
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