Top 250 Lang Leav Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.”

— Lang Leav

202. “First love,” said Ida with a sigh. “That’s the one that kills you.”

— Lang Leav

203. “Tell me that story again – the one where the world ends how it began with a boy who loves a girl and a girl who loves a boy. And she is deaf and he is blind and he tells her he loves her over and over and she writes him every day but never hears a thing back.”

— Lang Leav

204. “I suppose it’s only human nature to add and substract from our memories; to recall them the way we feel they should be remembered. After all, our lives are a living work of art – shouldn’t we be allowed to shape it in any way we choose?”

— Lang Leav

205. “We’re kids, aren’t we? Yes, kids with grown-up powers.”

— Lang Leav

206. “I don’t want to be in a relationship where I feel the constant need to explain myself. I don’t want to live in a world like that either.”

— Lang Leav

207. “There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.”

— Lang Leav

208. “I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.”

— Lang Leav

209. “The briefest moment shared with you – the longest on my mind.”

— Lang Leav

210. “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

211. “There’s a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice.”

— Lang Leav

212. “Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.”

— Lang Leav

213. “I whispered things, I’d ever said to anyone else before, held on to him like I was drowning. Condensation fogged the windows and ran in rivulets down the glass. The sounds coming from the street outside felt as if they were a world away. This wasn’t how I imagined it would be, but it was perfect, and when it was over, I already was thinking about the next time.”

— Lang Leav

214. “I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you – they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward – you cease to belong wholly to yourself.”

— Lang Leav

215. “I held the ones I love closer – let go of the things that weren’t meant to be mine. Looked my past dead in the eye and said, You aren’t welcome here anymore. Chased away the cobwebs that I had let linger far too long. Told the moon I was sorry, but this is now my time in the sun.”

— Lang Leav

216. “He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.”

— Lang Leav

217. “Some Time Out The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.”

— Lang Leav

218. “If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.”

— Lang Leav

219. “Someone who has your heart is not entitled to your body.”

— Lang Leav

220. “If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life – they have not loved at all.”

— Lang Leav

221. “Our emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. That’s just the way it goes.”

— Lang Leav

222. “Finally, I want you to know how sorry I am for pushing you away when I had only meant to bring you closer. And If I ever felt like home to you, it was because you were safe with me. I want you to know that most of all.”

— Lang Leav

223. “There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way – has an almost hypnotic effect.”

— Lang Leav

224. “I Will Cry Tomorrow I’ll cry for all the world, for all the things gone wrong; I will cry for every tethered bird, who has lost her joyful song. Tomorrow I’ll cry for every heart, that has broken, like boughs, in two, but today, my love, you have my tears – today I will cry for you.”

— Lang Leav

225. “I want you to know how sorry I am for pushing you away when I had only meant to bring you closer.”

— Lang Leav

226. “I have given so much to things that weren’t worth my time. When all along, it’s the people I love that I should have carried.”

— Lang Leav

227. “I was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.”

— Lang Leav

228. “Yes, I think it is entirely possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met. Physicality is an expression of intimacy- not an indication of it.”

— Lang Leav

229. “To be unafraid of all the things I used to fear, before I knew I shouldn’t fear them.”

— Lang Leav

230. “The past has taught to not be caught in what is not worth pursuing- To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.”

— Lang Leav

231. “Then we fell through the fabric of space and time and ended up here.”

— Lang Leav

232. “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

233. “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 between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.”

— Lang Leav

234. “My heart however, was having a serious case of selective hearing.”

— Lang Leav

235. “It is the mark of a great poet to write words that feel as though they have stood witness to your most intimate memory of love.”

— Lang Leav

236. “A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.”

— Lang Leav

237. “Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.”

— Lang Leav

238. “I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.”

— Lang Leav

239. “There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.”

— Lang Leav

240. “You said I was like a bird of prey, caged by my captors and made to sing love songs to the sky. You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.”

— Lang Leav

241. “It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.”

— Lang Leav

242. “That’s the thing about writers -on one hand evrything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.”

— Lang Leav

243. “This is the part in the story where someone I love would only appear again in flashbacks.”

— Lang Leav

244. “In the words of Jean de La Fountaine, ‘A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.”

— Lang Leav

245. “I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.”

— Lang Leav

246. “I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.”

— Lang Leav

247. “I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.”

— Lang Leav

248. “I think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.”

— Lang Leav

249. “Give me something I can write about.”

— Lang Leav

250. “It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.”

— Lang Leav