Quotes from David Levithan

We want to whisper to him that the only way to free yourself from shame is to realize how completely arbitrary it is—just what he was saying a day ago.

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

It's hard to imagine a scenario where someone would say no to pancakes.

once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in

There is no way to describe how I feel. This is something I've never known. She has told me something I've never known.

She looked like she was waking up in a strange place—only she knew she hadn't gone to sleep yet, and that this was actually life.

Fill your head with the right pictures of me. Fill your head with the ones you'd hang on the wall.

some things you don't need to hear in order to hear. The mind has an ear of its own and sometimes memory is the fiercest fucking DJ alive.

If she lets go, it's all over. If I let go, it's all over. And because she is holding on so tight, I hold on so tight.

How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them-you go on the bridge because you trust it will not fall the fingers will clasp because we trust them to.

And again. I kept clicking until the photograph was demolished, until it was no more than a mosaic of gray tiles, adding up to nothing. Nothing. Because wasn't that how I felt that day? If you zoom close—if you really get close to someone, if you really get close to yourself—then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anything anymore. Your mind becomes all these abstract fragments. English becomes math.

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

And I look at her and she looks at me and it's like everything just opens up.

I pressed my head into the pillow and I screamed. Pure sound. No words. But it all came out as your name.

I don't have the heart to tell him that's the wrong way to think about the world. There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

But I'll wait for next time. Because I know there will be a next time. I was looking forward to next time the minute I met her. Throughout the night, I've been looking forward to next time, and the time after that, and the time after that. I know this is something.

I said I hated life. You said you hated life. We decided to hate it together. We didn't know anything. Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.

I wasn't as good at semi-normal conversation as I was at ones that were written down, or adrenalized in a surreal moment.

It's always something we have to negotiate — the fact that my parents are happy, and yours have never been. I have something to live up to, and if I fail, I still have a family to welcome me home. You have a storyline to rewrite, and a lack of faith that it can ever be done.

I look around me and see all the problems. I know people aren't living the gospel. I know they are too busy. The world is too loud. The sounds you hear in the hall or not the substance of love and kindness. I hear gossip, I hear spite, I hear fear. I do not hear the gospel. Except inside me, I can feel it there.

As soon as Neil is out of the shower, he texts Peter. You up? he asks. And the reply comes instantly: For anything.

We all understand that this is just music. We all understand these songs were written Before - there is no way the band could have known how we would hear them After. But the songs ring true.

Esas clases de peleas nunca pueden ser ganadas, incluso si eres el victorioso, has herido a la otra persona, y tiene que haber alguna derrota asociada con eso.

isaac knows how stupid i find these things, and he finds them just as stupid as i do. like lol. now, if there's anything stupider than buddy lists, it's lol. if anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out of the wall and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, it's not like anyone's laughing out loud about the things they lol. i think it should be spelled loll, like what a lobotomized person's tongue does. loll. loll. i can't think any more. loll. loll!