Quotes from David Levithan

The way you said I love you said I'll never sleep with you said I will always kept a list of all your favorite moments in a composition book and would underline the ones involving me with blue ink

with you I feel real. but then I worry about the me that lies beneath.

If you put enough closets together, you have enough space for a room. If you put enough rooms together, you have enough space for a house. If you put enough houses together, you have space for a town, then a city, then a nation, then a world.

Whats up? he asked. Up, I thought. This, I said, looking down at the photo in my hand. Down, I thought.

when people say right person, wrong time, or wrong person, right time, it's usually a cop-out. They think that fate is playing with them. That we're all just participants in this romantic reality show that God gets a kick out of watching. But the universe doesn't decide what's right or not right. You do.

People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be. It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

And still, for all the jealousy, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we're together. That someone like me could find someone like you — it renders me wordless.

You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation mid-sentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

If she were running through the rye, if she were headed toward that abyss, I would grab hold with every ounce of my strength, with every scared beat of my heart, with every thought that could only be for her.

A shiver I've never felt.

Maybe there is something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.

I don't believe in a small break. I feel a break is a break, and if it starts small, it only gets wider. So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

It's that guy again, you'd say. Then: He's cute, you know. No, I don't know. And you don't need to tell me.

I can't imagine it. It doesn't feel like a believable future. Which feels like a cop-out. Because who wants to end up with a future that was always believable?

She must be in eighth grade--maybe seventh. She's old enough to wear make-up, but she hasn't figured out yet how to wear it well.

She didn't fit perfectly into my new life, but the beauty of our relationship is that she hadn't fit perfectly into my old life, either. Love teaches you that fitting is overrated; what you need to do is change the shape of your life to make the connection.

All dressed up, we thought we looked so old. Now, of course, we look at the picture and see how young we actually were. We get younger every year.

Ik wil dat ze kon zien hoe geslagen hij is. De uitdrukking op zijn gezicht, zijn leven staat op instorten. Want dan zou ze misschien beseffen, al het was het maar een fractie van een seconde, dat hoewel de wereld haar niet interesseert, de wereld wel geïnteresseerd is in haar.

It wasn't enough to pass him as we were heading to your house or cutting over to the library. Soon you had to have sightings in the halls too. Then sightings turned to spying, and spying to stalking. You could tell me how many pairs of jeans he owned before you officially knew his name.

It was an exquisite irony: Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die. Just when we were feeling strength, it was taken from us. This should not happen to you. Adults can talk all they want about youth feeling invincible. Surely, some of us had that bravado. But there was also the dark inner voice telling us we were doomed. And then we were doomed. And then we weren't. You should never feel doomed.

I gotta go. The gingerbread men are on fire.

The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.

I don't understand how it's possible to know you have a good life, but still be missing out on it. I don't understand why I won't let myself give in to what I have. It's good. What I have is good.

I thought I was smart," I said all of a sudden. "I really thought I was smart. But after the last couple of months, I'm not sure. And that's paralyzing, isn't it? to discover you're bad at the one thing you thought you had going for you?