You're got to give a little more than you take You've got to leave a little more than was here You may be prideful of the strides you will make But keep one thing clear: You're just a player in a much bigger plan And still you have to give it all you can The very measure of your soul is at stake You've got to give a little more than you take
Love is when you miss him even before he leaves when you could listen to him talk all night and never get tired of hearing his voice when the sound of his name will send chills down your spine and you see his smile the second you close your eyes.
You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.
I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leaveme alone
I'm not the type to get my heart broken I'm not the type to get upset and cry 'Cause I never leave my heart open It never hurts me to say goodbye Relationships don't get deep to me Never got that whole "in love" thing And someone can say they love me truly But at the time it didn't mean a thing
Let us leave the beautiful women to men with no imagination.
Marcel ProustDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 18. November 1922) Zur Autorenbiographie
Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the light you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me.
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love it is a hunger, an endless aching need. I say love it is a flower, and you its only seed.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
Anatole FranceDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 12. Oktober 1924) Zur Autorenbiographie
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
Have you ever hated somebody so much that you wish they would just leave and never come back but yet, loved them so much, you knew you'd die if they did?
As time goes by, life has a way of rearranging itself. People enter your life, and inevitably, they leave as well. Things have a tendency to happen that can turn your world upside down. You’ll come to realize eventually, that even though things are different, you are as well.
In a time when everything can be next day and ordered and put on credit and paid for, music to me is promise, all promise, very little realization. It's the promise of walking into a room with a guitar and not being sure you will leave with an idea that will take, not being sure it won't slip away from you.
In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; it's the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.
Religion was supposed to be a blanket drawn up to your chin to keep you warm, a promise that when it came to the end, you wouldn't die alone - but it could just as easily leave you shivering out in the cold, if WHAT you believed became more important than the fact THAT you believed.
The scars of your love remind me of us they keep me thinking that we almost had it all. The scars of your love, they leaveme breathless, I can't help feeling that we could have had it all.