Like time suspended, a wound unmended-- you and I. We had n... - Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

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

"Before I fellin love with words,with setting skies and singing birds—it was you I fellin love with first."

"She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry."

"Before I fellin love with words,with setting skies and singing birds—it was you I fellin love with first."

"The WandererWhat is she like?I was told—she is amelancholy soul.She is likethe sun to the night;a momentary gold.A star when dimmedby dawning light;the flicker ofa candle blown.A lonely kitelost in flight—someone oncehad flown."