Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
LANG LEAVBut you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.
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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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What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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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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The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
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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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You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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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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When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.
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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.
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If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I’m. But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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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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The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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