Quotes from David Levithan

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt.

But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way.

You have to trust the words. They do not create anything more than themselves.

what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated. do you know what it's like to work so hard to make sure everyone's happy, and to have not a single person recognize it

This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

It is its own form of conversation -- you can learn a lot about people from the stories they tell, but you can also know them from the way they sing along, whether they like the windows up or down, if they live by the map or by the world, if they feel the pull of the ocean.

3. You think that looks like a heart? If you do, that's only because you've never seen scrotum.

If smart people are parodying it, that's a sure sign that some less smart people are believing it.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

exacerbate , v . I believe your exact words were: You're getting too emotional.

Freedom is also about what you will allow yourself to do.

Maybe, it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

When you need to hold onto something, you should. Whatever gets you through, take it.

If you and I really, truly wanted to change the world, we'd invent more words that started with x .

It is hard to stop seeing your son as a son and to start seeing him as a human being. It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It's a two-sided transition, and very few people manage it gracefully.

It is very hard to stay alive just for your own sake. It is very hard to stare into day after day without another familiar face staring back. It turns your heart into a purposeless muscle.

ethereal , adj . You leaned your head into mine, and I leaned my head into yours. Dancing cheek to cheek. Revolving slowly, eyes closed, heartbeat measure, nature's hum. It lasted the length of an old song, and then we stopped, kissed, and my heart stayed there, just like that.

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

If you want to live within the definition of your own truth, you have to choose to go through the initially painful and ultimately comforting process of finding it.

There was a pause. I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say. I was still trying to impress you, and I still wanted to be impressed by you, so I could pass along pieces of your impressiveness to my friends, convincing myself this was possible.