“But i would love to write something, maybe a book. I want to travel to a small town someday - one with… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Writing is a conduit. It opens up a passageway into the past. Not just for the writer, but for the reader too.… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Sad Things Why do you write sad things? he asked. When I am here, when I love you. Because someday , in… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don't get the thing you want the most.” — Lang leav Copy Share Image
“I don't think all writers are sad, she said. I think it's the other way around- all sad people write.” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“That's the thing about writers -on one hand evrything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Ana was the original sad girl. She held the unofficial title long before her death. We all became sad girls after that. At her… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“For the past has taught to not be caught, in what is not worth pursuing—” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“But i would love to write something, maybe a book. I want to travel to a small town someday - one with fir trees… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I remember our sorrows in shades, like the gray of the shadows, which loomed that day, and the white in his lie when he… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Without a doubt, I must read, all the books I've read about. See the artworks hung on hooks, that I have only, seen in… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Xs and Os Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“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… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Because sooner or later, all kinds of love - crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I know you’ve lost someone and it hurts. You may have lost them suddenly, unexpectedly. Or perhaps you began losing pieces of them until… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
