Quotes from David Levithan

To get something, you must give something away. To hold something, you must give something away. To love something, you must give something away.

When I was younger, I craved friendship and closeness. I make bonds without acknowledging how quickly and permanently they would break. I took people lives' personally. I felt their friends could be my friends, their parents could be their parents. But after awhile, I had to stop. It was too heartbreaking to live with too many separations.

Curses aren't passive things. They'll fight back.

It's never the same city. Your city isn't even the same as my city, I bet.

It was, I thought, a simple equation: You find the right person. You do the right things. And from that, everything goes right.

People take love's continuity for granted, just as they take their body's continuity for granted. They don't realize that the best thing about love is its regular presence. Once you can establish that, it's an added foundation to your life. But if you cannot have that regular presence, you only have the one foundation to support you, always.

She loves the way Vic looks, using the world debonair instead of dapper.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.

The sound of words as they're said is always different from the sound they make when they're heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside.

the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.

But does he see everything, or only what he wants to be seeing? This is always one of the great questions of love.

If there was no one else involved, it would be an easy choice. But isn't that always the case? And there's always someone else involved.

It's not easy," she says, in that voice that mothers have, that mix of unwanted knowledge and small consolation. "Whatever you had—I don't know exactly what it was, and that's fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that's okay. But you have to figure that if it's too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads. Happenstances. I just happened to be one of them.

You're believing in love more than I do; you're standing up for someone who is less than deserving.

The brief transcript of moments, written on the body, is so deeply satisfying to read.

In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

It is real in such an intense way that it feels unreal, too.

Wow, this puts the sweet in Sweet Jesus .

Blood is thicker than water, I suppose. It can also leave a much crueler stain.

sweaty palms. check. shaky bones. check. the feeling that all oxygen in the air has been replaced by helium. yup.

Can you like someone who confuses the hell out of you? All the fucking time.

If he turns out to be gay, I will be furious. They get all the good ones!

I don't know what good I could do. None of us does. That doesn't let us off the hook.