Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.

— Lang Leav

Stardust
 If you came to me with a face I have not seen, with a voice I have never heard, I would still know you. Even if centuries separated us, I would still feel you. Somewhere between the sand and the stardust, through every collapse and creation, there is a pulse that echoes of you and I.
 When we leave this world, we give up all our possessions and our memories. Love is the only thing we take with us. It is all we carry from one life to the next.

— Lang Leav

That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.

— Lang Leav

The glass bottle does not know its own contents. It has no idea whether it is a vessel for the most delicious apple cider, a lovingly crafted wine, or a bitter poison.

— Lang Leav

There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way--has an almost hypnotic effect.

— Lang Leav

There is safety in numbness– there is solace in sleep.

— Lang Leav

There was a feeling of inevitability when I met you. The sense that we would be together; that there would be a moment when you would look at me in a certain way, and we could cross the threshold from friendship into something so much more. We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given? I think you were always meant to know me a little better than anyone else. And our lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. I know there is terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of celestial light, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.

— Lang Leav

The scatterbrain, is a little like, the patter of rain. Neither here, nor there, but everywhere.

— Lang Leav

Time You were the one wanted motto stay. But time could note kept at bay. The more it goes, the more it's gone—the more it takes away.

— Lang Leav

We spoke on the phone for the first time that morning. My back against the chest of drawers, my knees tucked under my

— Lang Leav