I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
LANG LEAVWhen in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
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Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.
LANG LEAVWhy do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.
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I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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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 LEAVSouls 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.
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In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
LANG LEAVIn cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
LANG LEAVyou cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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Give me something I can write about.
LANG LEAVGive me something I can write about.
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I missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
LANG LEAVI missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
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We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.
LANG LEAVWe may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.
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Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
LANG LEAVI have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
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For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
LANG LEAVFor me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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When you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them.
LANG LEAVWhen you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them.
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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.
LANG LEAVI 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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But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
LANG LEAVBut if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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