Top 250 Lang Leav Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “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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102. “In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.”

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103. “If they were meant to be in your life, nothing cover ever make them leave. If they weren’t, nothing in the world could make them stay.”

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104. “Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.”

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105. “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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106. “Rarely do the words I love you precede a question mark – but it is a question nonetheless and your answer to mine was the incarnation of a wish – the fulfillment of a promise.”

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

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108. “You turn him into poetry because you can’t have him any other way.”

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109. “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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110. “It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.”

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

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112. “After all this time, my love for you burns constant and true, my guiding light, my morning star. Time is testament to the relentless, unyielding power of this old, ancient love. A love I will carry with me, from eons to oceans to inches, back to you.”

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113. “Everyone has one – an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life.”

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114. “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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115. “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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116. “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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117. “When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise – where the promise of summer shines out from within.”

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118. “I build my walls from the mess they leave.”

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119. “You know, I still can’t get my head around what happened to Ana. She was there last week. She lent me a pen in English class. How can someone go from lending a pen to being dead?”

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120. “I loved you more than loved allowed.”

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

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122. “Yes, we took it all for granted – but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.”

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123. “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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124. “Where the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.”

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125. “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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126. “Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?”

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127. “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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128. “I have been quiet lately, I know. Not because I don’t have anything to say, but because I have too much.”

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129. “I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.”

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130. “You’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.”

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131. “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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132. “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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133. “The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.”

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134. “I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.”

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135. “My name is no longer a name, it is a call.”

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136. “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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137. “In the dying embers and blackened twigs of a ravaged forest, who could distinguish where the first spark was lit? Only the arsionist knows the exact location where that match was struck.”

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

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139. “If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I’m. But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me – not at all.”

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140. “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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141. “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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142. “Anything and everything, the two almost the same – everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.”

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143. “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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144. “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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145. “There is one who you belong to, whose love – there is no song for.”

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146. “I miss talking to him. Every time I come across something I think he’d like, I just wish I could call him up or send him a text. Like the other day, I saw this movie, Coherence. It was about parallel universes, and I just know he’d love it. That’s the thing; he’s the ongly person i know who would appreciete it the same way I do. And I wish I could watch it with him and talk to him about it. Why is that so important to me? I don’t get it. I didn’t even think about all this before I knew him.”

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147. “It was from a very young age that I fell in love with this wonderful artifact – the turn of the first page is almost like a sacred ritual to me. Whenever I walk into a library, it is never without some degree of reverence.”

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148. “Take me someplace where I can feel something – I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.”

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149. “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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150. “What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.”

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