Quotes from David Levithan

Is that okay?" he asks, backing down a little. "How about Tuesday?" I say. "Wednesday." His seriousness is cracking. "Tuesday and a half." "Tuesday and three-quarters.

Bianca: There's a difference between like and love. I like my Sketchers. But I love my Prada backpack. Chastity: But I love my Sketchers. Bianca: That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else falling with you...

What a strange phrase - not seeing other people. As if it's been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.

People who want things to be perfect are always impossible to please. But that doesn't mean we should stop trying. Even if their expectations aren't correct, their instincts are. You won't get everything right, the trying is what matters.

Because this is only going to get worse," she said. "So we must buck up, put on a kind face, and get on with it." "Get on with what?" "Life. In all its bittersweet glory.

I remind myself that I don't need to know everything, that there will always be essential rooms within us that will be unknown. I loosen my idea of him, and he becomes recognisable again.

And now it's some other guy's hands that are thumbing their way over Joey's face and down Dee Dee's chin and—oh, fucking hell—dropping down between the A and the M, going right for the V under the H&M-meets-S&M miniskirt.

My voice is blind, my hearing is mute, my sight is deaf. Art is science, mathematics is conversation, and music is something that bleeds. I am so far away that I am inside myself. I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

Wherever she is, whatever she's doing – it's not about you. It's about her. And you have to let it be about her. Sometimes we don't want to be found right away. If we step away, it's because we need to be found on our own terms.

The train comes. If you stay on the tracks, you die. If you jump off the bridge, you die, There's always a train coming eventually.

The truth doesn't have to advertise itself. All the truth needs to be is true.

You're alive, and this is what you're doing with it? Your youth grows pale. What do you have left? I tried to banish the thoughts from my head. But they were stubborn, and instead of leaving, they jumped on the floorboards inside my head.

I tried to shut myself down completely, put up my best screensaver personality to coast through the day. I didn't want to see her. I was desperate to see her. I wanted to hold it together. I wanted to melt down right at her feet and scream, Look what you've done to me.

I'm still upset with my mother, though. And scared. If you lose me, I remember her saying when I was little and we'd go to a department store, just let one of those salesladies know, and they will take you to where I can find you. Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true-- that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.

I take it back." 'But the thing was: She didn't sound certain. I let her take it back anyway. The only problem was taking something back? It's still inside there somewhere.

New Yorkers love the bigness- the skyscrapers, the freedom, the lights. But they also love it when they can carve out some smallness for themselves.

like you can just drive to a store and get a life

Laughter rarely lasts longer than a few seconds, it's true. But how enjoyable those few seconds are.

I'm talking about emotional intimacy, not physical. Acknowledging how you really feel, who you really are. Opening up your soul to another person. There's nothing scarier.

When you opened your eyes, you could see that she was grown up, nearly an adult. But with the same wonder showing in her movements, because that's not something you have to grow out of.

There was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced

like the airwaves were taking a little longer to get here, so we could live in yesterday a little longer, even if it felt wrong.