Top 250 Lang Leav Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow will be a new day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this; it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completely valid but necessary – because it makes you so much more human. And though I can’t promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will – eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.”

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102. “That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.”

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103. “A Timeline You and I against a rule, set for us by time. A marker drawn to show our end, etched into its line. The briefest moment shared with you – the longest on my mind.”

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104. “You are a toolbox, and you have to add stuff to it and build on it. I think the more tools you have, the better life gets.” “I like that idea.” “That’s my mission in life. To keep adding to the toolbox.”

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105. “There are people I will never know and their lives will still ensue; those that could have loved me so and I’ll never wonder who.”

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106. “If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.”

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107. “Three Questions What was it like to love him? asked Gratitude. It was like being exhumed, I answered. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance. What was it like to be loved in return? asked Joy. It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence. What was it like to lose him? asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every good-bye ever said to me – said all at once.”

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108. “Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.”

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109. “I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.”

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110. “There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.”

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111. “I wrote your name over and over – on scraps of paper, in books and on the back of my wrists. I carved it like sacred markings into trees and the tops of my thighs. Years went by and the scars have vanished, but the sting has not left me. Sometimes when I read a book, parts will lift from the pages in an anagram of your name. Like a code to remind me it’s not over. Like dyslexia in reverse.”

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112. “I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.”

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113. “In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.”

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114. “I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.”

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115. “Call to Action Do you hear the angry winds bellowing? The light from a single torch is burning; the sea that roars onto the shoreline, tells us that the tide is turning. Do you feel the blood within you flowing? From rivers to oceans – here we stand; this is the time of our deliverance, the power we now hold in hand. Do you see the flicker of light now growing? A wildfire roars in Liberty’s name; the seraphic flame of our Awakening, it is now our time to rise again.”

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116. “I’ve grown quiet now. You won’t hear me talk about you anymore. It doesn’t hurt like it used to. I suppose that is something to be thankful for.”

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117. “You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.”

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118. “The sad thing is,” she said, “the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.”

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119. “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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120. “Tell me that story again – the one where the world ends how it began with a boy who loves a girl and a girl who loves a boy. And she is deaf and he is blind and he tells her he loves her over and over and she writes him every day but never hears a thing back.”

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121. “One day, he noticed it had been a very long time since her last smile. When he asked her why, she took both his hands in hers and kissed them warmly. She thanked him for his gift of music and poetry but above all else – for showing her sadness because she had known neither of these things before him. But it was now time for her to go away – to find someone who could show her what happiness was.”

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122. “Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur – your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.”

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123. “My heart is like a time capsule – it keeps safe the memory of you. I know it’s harder with you gone than if you had never been here at all – but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

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124. “As a little girl, she would drift in and out of libraries filled with dead poets and their musky scent. She held them in her hands and breathed them in – wanting so much to be part of their world... she learned that poets were among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, outstretched hands – hands that will never know the weight of what they seek.”

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125. “It was a quiet love, a tacit love. It came without prelude or preamble. We never said the word love–we didn’t have to. It was in our laughter, in the sense of wonder we found in each other. And if we had doubts then, time has told us otherwise.”

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126. “I don’t think the moon ever meant to be a satellite, kept in loving orbit, locked in hopeless inertia, destined to repeat the same pattern over and over – to meet in eclipse with the sun – only when the numbers allowed”.”

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127. “Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.”

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128. “Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.”

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129. “The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.”

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130. “Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.”

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131. “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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132. “I did not know that it was love until I knew.”

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133. “Death, like fiction, is brutal in its symmetry. Take this story and strip it down -all the way back- until you are left with two points. Two dots on a vast, blank canvas, separeted by a sea of white. Here, we have come to the first point, where the batj is drawn and the hand is reachinh for the razor blade. I will meet you at the next, by the axle of a screaming wheel, the revolution of a clock, the closing of an orbit.”

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134. “It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.”

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135. “But i would love to write something, maybe a book. I want to travel to a small town someday – one with fir trees and snowcapped mountains. Than I would spend an entire winter writing to my heart’s content.”

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136. “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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137. “We were losing track of the days and nights, counting fireflies ad waiting for the sun to come around. I was so addicted to you, I remember the exquisite fatigue as I fought off sleep for another hit – another line of conversation.”

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138. “A Time Capsule This is where, I began to care, where I was befriended. This is where, my soul was bared, where all my rules were bended. This is where, a moment we shared, was stolen and expended. Now this is where, this is where, this is where we’ve ended –.”

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139. “I held the ones I love closer – let go of the things that weren’t meant to be mine. Looked my past dead in the eye and said, You aren’t welcome here anymore. Chased away the cobwebs that I had let linger far too long. Told the moon I was sorry, but this is now my time in the sun.”

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140. “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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141. “Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.”

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142. “Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.”

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143. “You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.”

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144. “But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.”

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145. “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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146. “In 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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147. “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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148. “People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.”

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149. “Closure Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said good-bye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.”

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150. “I have learned to stop saying yes when I don’t mean it – to live as authentically as I know how. To allow the tips of my fingers to skirt the darkness, as long as I remember to keep my eyes fixed on the light.”

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