The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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.
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But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.
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You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
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Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.
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The briefest moment shared with you-the longest on my mind.
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Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
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I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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You may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.
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The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
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When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
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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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Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
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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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And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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