You were you,and I was I;we were twobefore our time.I was yo... - 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."

"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."

"Like time suspended, a wound unmended-- you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I'll wonder why."

"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."