I have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
LANG LEAVWhat I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
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I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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There are things I miss that I shouldn’t, and things I don’t that I should. Sometimes we want what we couldn’t, sometimes we love what we could.
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I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
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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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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.
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I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
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Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?
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The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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I saw love in your smile and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I was already home.
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You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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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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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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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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