Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
LANG LEAVIn 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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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I build my walls from the mess they leave.
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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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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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But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
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The sad thing is,” she said, “the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.
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Whatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.
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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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I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
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Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.
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Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.
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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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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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If a boy ever says, you remind me of someone–don’t fall in love with him. You will never be anything more than second best.
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Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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