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.
LANG LEAVyou cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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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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Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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But when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you’ll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one.
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One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else.
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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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Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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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.
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Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
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Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.
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It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.
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I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
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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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How do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.
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Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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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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What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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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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How many people have we known all our lives and never once loved. How many people have we loved and never known.
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I’m a stranger in my own life.
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The most beautiful thing is not when you learn to live without something: it’s the moment you realize you never needed it in the first place.
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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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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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