I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
LANG LEAVI don’t know if what we had was love, but if it wasn’t, I hope never to fall in love. Because of you, I know I am too fragile to bear it.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
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Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you?
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You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
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There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
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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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We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
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I know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.
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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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To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
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In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
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What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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