Quotes from David Levithan

Even if you were green and had a beard and a male appendage between your legs. Even if your eyebrows were orange and you had a mole covering your entire cheek and a nose that poked me in the eye every time I kissed you. Even if you weighed seven hundred pounds and had hair the size of a Doberman under your arms. Even then, I would love you.

You don't know, but I'm noticing.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.

We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

He doesn't just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

As we become the distant past, you become a future few of us would have imagined.

I don't deserve you, I think. But I already know what his answer to that would be: Love should never be thought of in terms of deserving.

When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath.

I learn about the highs and lows of living with the same mother for your entire life, about how no one can make you angrier, but how you can't really love anyone more.

The running commentary, the loving support, the jokes and the observations and the random thoughts that are made a little less random when they're shared. The desire to be heard is as deeply seeded as the desire to be loved.

what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated.

I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference,vif there was a way to become truly knowable, if there wasn't always something keeping you a stranger, even to the people you weren't strange to at all.

When he talked to you, you seemed to fit in, but when someone else was talking, or he would be distracted, you jsut looked lonely over there. At least to me. But whenever I would tell you that, you'd say I'm fine. I just slip out of it, you know? And I'd say I'll catch you, and you would say, It's not the kind of slipping you can catch.

I am worried we've run out of words, and am hoping she is just saving them for later.

Music isn't much different now from what it was when we hit the dance floor. This means something. We found something universal. We bottled that desire, then released it into the airwaves. The sounds hit your body, and you move. We are in those particles that send you. We are in that music. Dance for us, Tariq. Feel us there in your freedom.

I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books - used we call them, in a way that we'd never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly

When it all come down to it, the thing that matters most in a relationship is principles [...] We have the same idea what's right and what's wrong, and that's got us through any number of things. If you can have that with someone, then you're most of the way toward love. Not just lover-love. Any kind of love.

At the next song switch, I hang back. I want to see this as well as be a part of it. I want to remember it for what it is. I am amazed by the love I feel for so many people. I am amazed at the randomness, the comedy, and the faith that brings us all together and makes us hold on. I open myself wide to take it all in. The scene plays out like a rhapsody.

Although it is such a singular word, there are many variations of alone. There is the alone of an empty beach at twilight. There is the alone of an empty hotel room. There is the alone of being caught in a throng of people. There is the alone of missing a particular person. And there is the alone of being with a particular person and realizing you are still alone.

This was how we'd always played. You were Cinderella, I was a mouse. You were Alice, I was the Hatter. You were the sun, and I wasn't even the moon.

Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.

instead i head to the computer and it's like i turn into a little girl who's just seen her first rainbow. i get all giddy and nervous and hopeful and despairing and i tell myself not to look obsessively at my buddy list, but it might as well be projected onto the insides of my eyelids. at 8:05 his name pops up, and i start to count. i only get to twelve before his IM pops up.

This is what a memorial is: Standing still, staring at something that isn't there.

The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.