One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else.
LANG LEAVDon’t let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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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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A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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When you don’t have the whole attention of someone, you find yourself begging for it from everyone.
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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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There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
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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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He swept in like a tsunami, wave after wave, and I didn’t stand a chance. All those warnings, all the things they tried to prepare me for-lost in an instant-to the enormity of what I felt.
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I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
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That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Don’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
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Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.
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When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
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There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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