To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
LANG LEAVThere are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I don’t know how you are so familiar to me-or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before-in another time, a different place, some other existence.
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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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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 only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
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Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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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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The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
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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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I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
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If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life – they have not loved at all.
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In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
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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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It was pure bliss and absolute torture at the same time. I was in daze, as if my brain had suddenly packed up and gone on vacation. I could barely string words together in a sentence.
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