{"author":"Lang Leav","author_id":"Lang+Leav","total_quotes":62,"quotes":[{"text":"I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the other way around—all sad people write.","author":"Lang Leav","tags":["poetry","sad","sadness","writer","writing"],"id":1484,"author_id":"Lang+Leav"},{"text":"Writing is a conduit. It opens up a passageway into the past. Not just for the writer, but for the reader too. Both readers and writer are linked by the commonality of human experience.","author":"Lang Leav","tags":["readers","writing"],"id":17601,"author_id":"Lang+Leav"},{"text":"The scatterbrain,is a little like,the patter of rain.Neither here,nor there,but everywhere.","author":"Lang Leav","tags":["rain","scatterbrain","thoughts"],"id":19858,"author_id":"Lang+Leav"},{"text":"First love,' said Ida with a sigh. 'That's the one that kills you.","author":"Lang Leav","tags":["first-love","love","relationships"],"id":24874,"author_id":"Lang+Leav"},{"text":"Your first love isn't the first person you give your heart to- it's the first one who beaks it.","author":"Lang Leav","tags":["first-love","heartbreak","relationship"],"id":26232,"author_id":"Lang+Leav"},{"text":"Saving YouThe darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him.Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he's gone again.","author":"Lang Leav","tags":["death","grief","hope","illness","loss"],"id":29413,"author_id":"Lang+Leav"},{"text":"Stardust\u2029If you came to me with a face I have not seen, with a voice I have never heard, I would still know you. Even if centuries separated us, I would still feel you. Somewhere between the sand and the stardust, through every collapse and creation, there is a pulse that echoes of you and I.\u2029When we leave this world, we give up all our possessions and our memories. Love is the only thing we take with us. It is all we carry from one life to the next.","author":"Lang Leav","tags":["love","poetry"],"id":36290,"author_id":"Lang+Leav"},{"text":"I can't believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It's like I've been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.","author":"Lang Leav","tags":["pain"],"id":37132,"author_id":"Lang+Leav"},{"text":"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.","author":"Lang Leav","tags":["dedication","lang-leav","love","misadventure","poet","poetry"],"id":38054,"author_id":"Lang+Leav"},{"text":"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.","author":"Lang Leav","tags":["memory"],"id":38082,"author_id":"Lang+Leav"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":62,"pages":7,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}