A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
LANG LEAVI had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. I saw love in your smile, and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch, and I was already home.
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I was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.
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I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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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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Some Time Out The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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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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I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
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Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.
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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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In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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I’m a stranger in my own life.
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I saw love in your smile and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I was already home.
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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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