Quotes from David Levithan

I know there are epic tales of romance, where love means you're supposed to die. Where it's all about sacrifice. But I don't want to die. I don't want Stephen to die. I'm looking for the scenario where we both get to live. Where we can continue this marvel that is love and discovery and trust.

This isn't even something I've feared, because I never knew it was a possibility.

It's up to you, not fate.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

We found out a long time ago that we weren't meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him

We often believe the truest measure of a relationship is the ability to lay ourselves bare. But there's something to be said for parading your plumage as well, finding truth as much in the silly as the severe.

It's Miranda who speaks up. You're gay, she says, with complete seriousness. And I love you.

But we feel this connection all the time, don't we? Our bodies don't have to be touching to be connected to one another. Our heart races without contact. Our breath holds until the threat is gone.

With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.

That joy in discovering that the right person at the right time can open all the windows and unlock all the doors.

No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough

Ted is smart and good-looking, but he doesn't use it to good effect, like a rich person that never gives to charity.

We always loved to say 'If I'd had a Monday-morning class, I never would have met you'. Or 'If you'd been reading something else, none of this would have happened'. We didn't believe in fate, but we believed in serendipity. We felt very lucky.

She has been left to her own devices, and those are broken.

Then again. Maybe the simple diagnosis of either hetero or homo is misleading. Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable.

Sometimes I wish we could open ourselves up to each other as much as we do to the sky. To the smallness and the enomity.

He's a fuckup, but he's my fuckup," and I thought, Oh, shit, I really shouldn't be relating to this, but I am, and so what? That has to be what love is—seeing what a mess he is and loving him anyway, because you know you're a mess, too, maybe even worse.

The unwarranted devotion. Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone.

Even though you're not my type, gender wise, you're certainly my type, person-wise.

Falling in love with someone doesn't mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how to feel.

Fallible, adj. I was hurt. Of course I was hurt. But in a perverse way, I was relieved that you were the one who mad the mistake. It made me worry less about myself.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

Maybe that's what history is, you go from one I can't believe it the next. And sometimes the I can't believe its are good, and sometimes they're bad. But the sum total of positive ones always outweighs the negative ones.