What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:It was like hearing every goodbye ever said tome—said all at once.

— Lang Leav

When did you stop caring? He asked. When did you start noticing? She replied.

— Lang Leav

When every dream has turned to dust, and your highest hopes no longer soar. When places you once yearned to see, grow further away on distant shores. When every night you close your eyes, and long inside for something more. Remember this and only this, if nothing else you can recall—There was a life a girl once led, where you were loved the most of all.

— Lang Leav

Without a doubt, I must read, all the books've read about. See the artworks hung on hooks, that I have only, seen in books.

— Lang Leav

Writing is a conduit. It opens up a passageway into the past. Not just for the writer, but for the reader too. Both readers and writer are linked by the commonality of human experience.

— Lang Leav

XS and Os Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.

— Lang Leav

You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.

— Lang Leav

...you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.

— Lang Leav

You forsake all that you hold dear, for a dream that is not your own;you would rather live a lie than live your life alone

— Lang Leav

You forsake all that you hold dear, for a dream that is not your own;you would rather live a lie than live your life alone Universe of Us and on thought catalog

— Lang Leav