“I remember our sorrows in shades, like the gray of the shadows, which loomed that day, and the white in his lie… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“What I feel—I shouldn't show you, so when you're around I won't; I know I've no right to feel it but it… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were yhere to protect you. But they're no. People are lime whirlpools.… — Lang Leav People Copy Share Image
“You are a toolbox, and you have to add stuff to it and build on it. I think the more tools you… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“A bird who hurt her wing, now forgotten how to fly. A song she used to sing, but can't remember why. A… — Lang Leav Bird Copy Share Image
“In the dying embers and blackened twigs of a ravaged forest, who could distinguish where the first spark was lit? Only the… — Lang Leav Death Copy Share Image
“I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you—they… — Lang Leav Ownership Copy Share Image
“A Bad Day When thoughts of all but one, are those I am keeping. When sore though there is none, for whom… — Lang Leav Bad day Copy Share Image
“Lost and Found A sunken chest, on the ocean ground, to never be found was where he found me. There he stirred,… — Lang Leav Dreams Copy Share Image
“Letting him go There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender… — Lang Leav Letting go Copy Share Image
“After we left the cafè, Rad and I drove aimlessly for hours, lost in conversation. By then, it had stopped raining, and… — Lang Leav Communication 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.… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Just Friends I know that I don't own you, and perhaps I never will, so anger when you're with her, I have… — Lang Leav Anger Copy Share Image
“This is where, I began to care, where I was befriended. This is where, my soul was bared, where all my rules… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Wounded A bruise is tender but does not last, it leaves me as I always was. But a wound I take much… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“You know, I still can't get my head around what happened to Ana. She was there last week. She lent me a… — Lang Leav Death Copy Share Image
“Because sooner or later, all kinds of love - crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old… — Lang Leav Crazy love Copy Share Image
“Saving You The darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with… — Lang Leav Candle Copy Share Image
“But i would love to write something, maybe a book. I want to travel to a small town someday - one with… — Lang Leav Books Copy Share Image
“What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every… — Lang Leav Goodbye Copy Share Image
“I don't know how you are so familiar to me - or why it feels less like I am getting to know… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Audrey, if you had the choice, would you rather be his muse or be in his arms?" "I want to be both.… — Lang Leav Art 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 Authors Copy Share Image
