“ 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
“ AcceptanceThere are things I missthat I shouldn't,and those I don'tthat I should.Sometimes we wantwhat we couldn't—sometimes we lovewho we could. Lang Leav
“ You forsake all that you hold dear,for a dream that is not your own;you would rather live a liethan live your life aloneUniverse of Us and on thoughtcatalog Lang Leav
“ The scatterbrain,is a little like,the patter of rain.Neither here,nor there,but everywhere. Lang Leav
“ I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge betwe… Lang Leav
“ Your first love isn't the first person you give your heart to- it's the first one who beaks it. 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
“ It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence. Lang Leav
“ Anything and everything, the two almost the same--everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim. Lang Leav
“ For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you. Lang Leav
“ It was from a very young age that I fell in love with this wonderful artifact--the turn of the first page is almost like a sacred ritual to me. Whenever I walk into a library, it is never without some… Lang Leav
