Leav Quotes & Sayings

It wasn't my choice to love you but it was mine to leave — Lang Leav

All good things vanish in less than a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, The earth is hell when you leav'st to appear. — Thomas Nash

A Way Out
Do you know what it is like to lie in bed awake;
with thoughts to haunt you every night, of all your past mistakes.
Knowing sleep will set it right - if you were not to wake. — Lang Leav

She can feel it down to her very core - this is her time. She will not only climb mountains - she will move them too. — Lang Leav

There was a man who I once knew,
for me there was no other.
The closer to loving me he grew,
the more he would grow further.
I tried to love him as his friend,
then to love him as his lover;
but he never loved me in the end
his heart was for another. — Lang Leav

We're kids, aren't we?
Yes, kids with grown-up powers. — Lang Leav

There are people I will never know and their lives will still ensue; those that could have loved me so and I'll never wonder who. — Lang Leav

There's a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice. — Lang Leav

And though you know it's wrongful,
there is someone else you long for. — Lang Leav

We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph. — Lang Leav

I wrote your name over and over - on scraps of paper, in books and on the back of my wrists. I carved it like sacred markings into trees and the tops of my thighs. Years went by and the scars have vanished, but the sting has not left me. Sometimes when I read a book, parts will lift from the pages in an anagram of your name. Like a code to remind me it's not over. Like dyslexia in reverse. — Lang Leav

You were none, and now you're all; your worth will rise, the more I fall. — 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. — Lang Leav

But it's perplexingly sweet,
and quite sexy too
to be ignored,
ignored by you. — Lang Leav

It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was an explorer and you were a traveller. We met at crossroads. I saw love in your smile and I recognized in for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I'm already home. — Lang Leav

A Small Consolation

Everything that we once were,
is now a sad and lonely verse.

When once I had so much to say,
I am now bereft of words.

Sometimes it is the order of things,
that make them seem much worse.

It's not as if you would have stayed,
if I hadn't left you first. — Lang Leav

Everyone has one - an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life. — Lang Leav

It's almost like there was only an up and down before him, but now I hav discovered you can also go sideways too. — Lang Leav

To know him

If you want to know his heart, pay close attention to what angers him.

If you want to know his mind, listen for the words that linger in his silence.

If you want to know his soul, look to where his eyes are when you catch him smiling. — Lang Leav

A bird who hurt her wing,
now forgotten how to fly.
A song she used to sing,
but can't remember why.
A breath she caught and kept -
that left her in a sigh.
It hurts her so to love you,
but she won't say goodbye. — Lang Leav

You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole. — Lang Leav

That was the moment you should have told her what your heart was telling you. If you had allowed it, she could have been your whole world. All you had to do was open the door. All you had to say was, come in. — Lang Leav

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

Great name, though. I'd fuck that name. — Lang Leav

Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn. — Lang Leav

We never made it, did we? — Lang Leav

The End
"I don't know what to say," he said.
"It's okay," she replied, "I know what we are - and I know what we're not. — Lang Leav

Someone Like You Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for? There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling, this wonderful sense of optimism. It is something I can always keep close to me - to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine. No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world. — Lang Leav

Love a girl who writes, and live her many lives;
You have yet to find her, beneath her words of guise.
Kiss her blue inked fingers, forgive the pens they marked.
The stain of your lips upon her, the one she can't discard.
Forget her tattered memories, or the pages others took;
You are her ever-after, the hero of her book. — Lang Leav

I wanted everything because I didn't want anything enough. — Lang Leav

A ROLLERCOASTER
You will find him in
my highs and lows;
in my mind,
he'll to and fro.
He's the tallest person,
that I know
and so he keeps me,
on my toes. — Lang Leav

I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot. — Lang Leav

Choose Love

My mother once said to me there are two kinds of men you'll meet. The first will give you the life you want and the second will give you the love you desire. If you're one of the lucky few, you will find both in the one person. But if you ever find yourself having to choose between the two, then always choose love. — Lang Leav

She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said. — 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 degree of reverence. — Lang Leav

Her heart is played like well worn strings
In her eyes the sadness sings
Of one who was destined of better things — Lang Leav

One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else
closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel
one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them
even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering
the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.
Though here is a word of warning
you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more. — Lang Leav

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

You won't hear from me again after today, and I don't want you to worry. I'll be okay. Because I have to be. — Lang Leav

Now I knew why I had been hollowed out, why my insides were chipped away with a chisel and mallet. It was to make room for this new feeling, this love that was so vast, so expansive it could not have fit into the vessel I once was. — Lang Leav

It was a gentle love, a tactile love. It was all hands and lips and hearts in tandem. There was motion in our bodies and emotion in our discourse. We were a symphony of melody and melancholy. When you find peace in another's presence, there is no mistaken. — Lang Leav

But i would love to write something, maybe a book. I want to travel to a small town someday - one with fir trees and snowcapped mountains. Than I would spend an entire winter writing to my heart's content. — Lang Leav

But when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you'll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one. — Lang Leav

Before I fell
in love with words,
with setting skies
and singing birds
it was you I fell
in love with first. — Lang Leav

And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I've changed. — Lang Leav

Today
Today I am not in my skin. My body cannot contain me. I am spilling out and over, like a rogue wave on the shore. Today I can't keep myself from feeling like I don't have a friend in the world. And no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to pick myself up off the floor. My demons are lying in wait, they are grinning in the shadows, their polished fangs glinting, knowing today, it will be an easy kill. But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today. — Lang Leav

Tell me if you ever cared,
if a single thought
for me was spared.
Tell me when you lie in bed,
do you think of something
I once said.
Tell me if you hurt at all,
when someone says
my name with yours.
It may have been so long ago,
but I would give
the world to know. — Lang Leav

It was all I wanted for the longest time- to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity. — 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

When someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it's so intense you can barely stand to be with him. — Lang Leav

Lost and Found
A sunken chest,
on the ocean ground,
to never be found
was where he found me.
There he stirred,
my every thought,
my every word,
so gently, so profoundly.
Now I am kept,
from dreams I dreamt,
when once I slept,
so soundly. — Lang Leav

That's the thing about writers -on one hand evrything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is. — Lang Leav

When you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them. — Lang Leav

Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you. — Lang Leav

Soul Mates
I don't know how you are so familiar to me - or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before - in another time, a different place, some other existence. — Lang Leav

I've grown quiet now. You won't hear me talk about you anymore. It doesn't hurt like it used to. I suppose that is something to be thankful for. — Lang Leav

You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.
I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too. — Lang Leav

The One

I don't want you to love me because I'm good for you, because I say and do all the right things. Because I am everything you have been looking for.

I want to be the one that you didn't see coming. The one who gets under your skin. Who makes you unsteady. Who makes you question everything you have ever believed about love. Who makes you feel reckless and out of control. The one you are infuriatingly and inexplicably drawn to.

I don't want to be the one who tucks you into bed - I want to be the reason why you can't sleep at night. — Lang Leav

Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
and eyes
not met my own. — Lang Leav

But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his? — Lang Leav

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

AGE DIFFERENCE
What if I told you that one day you will meet a girl who is unlike anyone else you've known. She will know all the right things to say, what makes you laugh, what turns you on, what drives you wild and best of all, you will do for her exactly what she does for you.
"When will I meet her?"
Well let's put it this way, she doesn't even exist yet. — Lang Leav

The words I heard from you today, are said when there's nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away. — Lang Leav

Beauty's Curse
Her bow is drawn to worlds of dark,
where arrows spring and miss their mark
she'll turn their heads but not their hearts. — Lang Leav

Anything and everything, the two almost the same
everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim. — Lang Leav

Closure Like time suspended, a wound unmended - you and I. We had no ending, no said good-bye. For all my life, I'll wonder why. — Lang Leav

Where are you?" She asked. "I have been searching all my life." "Stop looking for me," Love replied, "and I will find you. — Lang Leav

What is she like?
I was told
she is a
melancholy soul. — Lang Leav

Everything that happened here
happened long ago. — Lang Leav

The Wanderer
What is she like?
I was told
she is a
melancholy soul.
She is like
the sun to the night;
a momentary gold.
A star when dimmed
by dawning light;
the flicker of
a candle blown.
A lonely kite
lost in flight
someone once
had flown. — Lang Leav

Death, like fiction, is brutal in its symmetry. Take this story and strip it down -all the way back- until you are left with two points. Two dots on a vast, blank canvas, separeted by a sea of white. Here, we have come to the first point, where the batj is drawn and the hand is reachinh for the razor blade. I will meet you at the next, by the axle of a screaming wheel, the revolution of a clock, the closing of an orbit. — Lang Leav

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

I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you. — Lang Leav

Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another. — Lang Leav

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 to
me - said all at once. — Lang Leav

Love is a game
of tic-tac-toe,
constantly waiting
for the next x or o. — Lang Leav

Acceptance
There are things I miss
that I shouldn't,
and those I don't
that I should.
Sometimes we want
what we couldn't
sometimes we love
who we could. — Lang Leav

I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back. — Lang Leav

It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said — Lang Leav

It's amazing what people create using their pain. Work that is touched by melancholy has its own unique beauty. Even the word 'melancholy' is pretty, the way it rolls on your tongue. I think sadness adds something to literature that is unique. It's an ingredient like . . ." I thought for a moment. "Like salt. Salt has that power to completely transform a dish. I think sadness has that same transformative effect in literature. — Lang Leav

Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us. — Lang Leav

When did you stop caring? he asked.
When did you start noticing? she replied. — Lang Leav

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 send him a text. Like the other day, I saw this movie, Coherence. It was about parallel universes, and I just know he'd love it. That's the thing; he's the ongly person i know who would appreciete it the same way I do. And I wish I could watch it with him and talk to him about it. Why is that so important to me? I don't get it. I didn't even think about all this before I knew him. — Lang Leav

Just Friends I know that I don't own you, and perhaps I never will, so my anger when you're with her, I have no right to feel. I know that you don't owe me, and I shouldn't ask for more; I shouldn't feel so let down, all the times when you don't call. 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 doesn't mean I don't. — Lang Leav

I don't think all writers are sad, she said. I think it's the other way around- all sad people write. — Lang Leav

To love is a dare,
when hope and despair,
are gates upon it hinges. — Lang Leav

We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison. — Lang Leav

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? — Lang Leav

If you love me
for what you see,
only your eyes would be
in love with me.
If you love me
for what you've heard,
then you would love me
for my words.
If you love
my heart and mind,
then you would love me,
for all that I'm.
But if you don't love
my every flaw,
then you mustn't love me
not at all. — Lang Leav

But it was now time for her to go away - to find someone who could show her what happiness was. — Lang Leav

Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down. — Lang Leav

The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation. — Lang Leav

My mind, a Venn diagram.
You, the overlap and the intersect;
a pulsating glimmer - omnipresent,
a lighthouse with its glowing breath.

You are the stone that skirts the river,
that skips along its crystal plane;
a surface skimmed by concentric shimmer,
and trembles with the touch of rain.

You are worlds that spin in orbit,
a star who rose and fell;
infinity summoned for audit -
a penny toss in the wishing well. — Lang Leav

Sea of Strangers In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores. The arms that yearn to someday hold me, will ache beneath the heavy oars. Please take your time and take it slowly; as all you do will run its course. And nothing else can take what only - was always meant as solely yours. — Lang Leav

Her poetry is written on the ghost of trees, whispered on the lips of lovers.
As a little girl, she would drift in and out of libraries filled with dead poets and their musky scent. She held them in her hands and breathed them in
wanting so much to be part of their world ...
It was on her sixteenth birthday that she first fell in love. With a boy who brought her red roses and white lies. When he broke her heart, she cried for days.
Then hopeful, she sat with a pen in her hand, poised over the blank white sheet, but it refused to draw blood ...
She learned too late that poets are among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, to reach with outstretched hands
hands that will never know the weight of what they seek. — Lang Leav

And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
My love is not a testament to my surrender. I will show you just how much I love you, with the inward draw of every breath - the collective sigh of the world and all its despair. But I will never give you what you want in chains. — Lang Leav

Impossibility

Do you know the feeling when you're so happy that you can't imagine ever being sad again? Or when you're so sad that you no longer believe you could ever be happy? When you tell me you love me, I always think of that strange emotion - that feeling of impossibility. You say you love me, and you can't imagine a future without me in it, yet all I can think of is how you must have felt the same way once about someone else. — Lang Leav

The Redwood Tree

My father once told me a story about an old redwood tree - how she stood tall and proud - her sprawling limbs clothed in emerald green. With a smile, he described her as a mere sapling, sheltered by her elders and basking in the safety of the warm, dappled light. But as this tree grew taller, she found herself at the mercy of the cruel wind and the vicious rain. Together, they tore relentlessly at her pretty boughs, until she felt as though her heart would split in two.

After a long, thoughtful pause, my father turned to me and said, "My daughter, one day the same thing will happen to you. And when that time comes, remember the redwood tree. Do not worry about the cruel wind or the vicious rain - but do as that tree did and just keep growing. — 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

When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you've been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself. — Lang Leav