174 Quotes by Lang Leav

The RoseHave you ever loved a rose,and watched her slowly bloom; and as her petals would unfold, you grew drunk on her perfume.Have you ever seen her dance, her leaves all wet with dew;and quivered with a new romance— the wind, he loved her too.Have you ever longed for her, on nights that go on and on; for now, her face is all a blur, like a memory kept too long.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.

I wonder if there will be a morning when you'll wake up missing me. That some incident in your life, would have finally taught you the value of my worth. And you will feel a surge of longing, when you remember how I was good to you.When this day comes I hope you will look for me. I hope you will look with the kind of conviction I'd always hoped for, but never had from you. Because I want to be found. And I hope it will be you - who finds me.

Loving YouI saw him the other day. His arms around another girl, his eyes when met with mine - were low in their recognition.I wonder if he remembers what I once told him.I will love you forever.He had smiled at me sadly before giving his reply.But I am so afraid you may one day stop.Now all these years later, I am the one who is afraid. Because I love him, I still do. I haven't stopped, I don't think I can. I don't think I ever will.

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

Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow will be a new day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this; it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completely valid but necessary—because it makes you so much more human. And though I can’t promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will—eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.

I drew him in my world;I write him in my lines,I want to be his girl,he was never meant as mine.I drew him in my world;He is always on my mind;I draw his every line.It hurts when he's unkind.I drew him in my world;I draw him all the time,but I don't know where to draw the line.

I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.

You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.

I'm the one having to pander to you. I'm sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I'm not asking you to make me a priority - I know you've got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.