Others Were Emeralds Quotes

“This is the part in the story where someone I love would only appear again in flashbacks.”
― Lang Leav, Others Were Emeralds

“And there it was. A story that was never meant to be told any other way.”
― Lang Leav, Others Were Emeralds

“In that moment, I loved them so much that it already felt like loss.”
― Lang Leav, Others Were Emeralds

“It occurred to me with every stroke of my pen that writing was an act of self-love.”
― Lang Leav, Others Were Emeralds

“When you make your mind up about someone, everything they do becomes a confirmation of your bias. That’s how you start to lose your ability to judge what’s real. One minor preconception after another. If you don’t pay attention, it can set you on a completely different path. And if I’d kept a watch on it, maybe I wouldn’t have let it go as far as I did.”
― Lang Leav, Others Were Emeralds

“I was warned unresolved trauma could fester inside like a rotten apple, sprouting poisonous spores that grew veined and thorny, drilling deep down only to surface further along in ugly and unexpected ways. I approached each new emotion cautiously as though I were entering a dim and unfamiliar room, one tentative foot feeling in the dark, the ever-present sense of something lurking in the shadows, waiting to lunge at me. In my present state, it seemed unfathomable that I could function at all, yet somehow I managed.”
― Lang Leav, Others Were Emeralds

“On the twenty-sixth of January in 1988, Australia was celebrating two hundred years since colonization. I was eight years old at the time and could not begin to comprehend the complexity of the day and what it meant to the long-suffering indigenous people of our country. Back then, it was a day viewed as celebratory; the one narrative pushed by the government and media of the time, parroted by our teachers gushing: What a special day it was! A birthday, they said. That, my eight-year-old self could understand.”
― Lang Leav, Others Were Emeralds

“I treasured each new epiphany like a jewel in my palm, something shiny and glittering to be admired and examined from every angle and then stored away with the others. Some jewels were more like polished stones. Some were semiprecious. Others were emeralds. At times I felt as though I was unearthing something that was better left buried. But I couldn’t help myself.”
― Lang Leav, Others Were Emeralds