David Levithan Quotes

He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

Let me hold on to this the way it was, before I knew anything else.

I want to know why this is such a part of me. I want to know why this thing that happened to other people has happened so much to me. I keep looking for the lesson.

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.

Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you.

I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.

Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?

I've worn black today, because I've heard so often that it's supposed to be slimming. But instead I am this sphere of darkness submarining through the halls.

And I'm moved, it's so beautiful. Not what I wrote, but to have it given back like this. To have her remember the words and the tune. To hear it in her voice.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.

Someday your prince will come," I assure him. "And the first thing I'm going to say to him is, 'What took you so long?

It's like, you know how sometimes you see a really sexy baby? Wait.

The boy I just kissed is talking to my father. The boy I want to kiss again is waiting for my mother to serve pancakes. I must fight the urge to freak.

It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding.

But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way.

Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together

You could be the leaf that never falls from the tree you could be the sun that never leaves the sky this might be the happy ending without the ending this might be a reason to try

It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.

I want to write my life. I want to be able to write my life. You are a second away from saying it. You have no idea how much I love you.

And just like that, the universe goes wrong. Just like that, all the enormity seems to shrink into a ball and float away from my reach. I feel it, and she doesn't. Or I feel it, and she won't.

What i want is for what i want to actually matter.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

There is no word for our kind of friendship. Two people who don't see each other a lot, but can make each other effortlessly happy

Readers embrace all kinds of characters as long as they are written with emotional truth.

It is not desire. Instead it is something deeper. I don't want to be with him constantly and forever. I want to be with him for the moment, and I want the moments to go on forever.

seven wonders of the world and I have to ask for an eighth fill a bottle with some prayers and spend them on hope create an easy route just so I can complicate send my heart down that slippery slope

I'm a firm believer that every person, young or old, has at least one good story to tell.

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt.

When we’re alone together, I’m the destination. When I’m here in her life at school, I’m the disruption.

I still felt fondness for her - fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia.

Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

I'm not good at relationships I always manage to find the flaws sometimes in others but mostly my own. I foretell the ending then go and create the cause save myself and end up alone

This is what my voice sounds like I don't need to be talking to someone else To hear it

You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.

Little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.

But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

Every time you love someone, you put not just your faith in them, but your faith in everything to the test.

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.

You don't know, but I'm noticing.

My main piece of advice would be dont worry about being published - just write a really good book, but also dont be afraid to write a bad book. Give yourself permission to fail, and dont be afraid.

It feels like we’ve stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.

..I've been trying to argue myself into thinking these things don't matter, A. Really,I have. But I've lost the argument. And I can't keep having it, when I know what the real answer is.

I can honestly say Ive never thought for a second about whether a character reflects poorly on any group. All that matters to me is that the character is true to my belief in who he or she is.