How do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.
LANG LEAV
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But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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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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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.
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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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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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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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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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The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
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People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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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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I’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
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In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.
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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.
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