David Levithan Quotes - Page 10

exemplar, n. It's always something we have to negotiate- the face 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. You love my parents, I know. But you never get too close. You never truly believe there aren't bad secrets underneath.

elliptical, adj. The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It’s as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.

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

What I really want, and what I never get - is to be appreciated.

Love me less, but love me for a long time

What did it matter to me? Did I think that by making you rational about one thing, I could make you rational about everything? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to save you from your fears

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 see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?

"I want you to spend the night," you said. And it was definitely your phrasing that ensured it. If you had said, "Let's have sex," or "Let's go to my place," or even "I really want you," I'm not sure we would have gone quite as far as we did. But I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend, and I immediately decided to spend it with you.

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.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

Belonging. Togetherness. These words are as complicated and confusing as the word love. It’s probably all the same thing. Or it would be if we let it be. I can only guess from observation.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you’re trapped.

The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.

You make it a production. Slam doors. Knock things over. Scream. But I just leave. Even if I'm still standing there, I leave. I am refusing you. I am denying you. I am an adjective that is quickly turning into a noun.

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

I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

willyoupleasebequiet: are you ready? bluejeanbaby: for what? willyoupleasebequiet: the future willyoupleasebequiet: because i think it just started

Every single answer starts with the phrase 'I don't know.' But most of the time she does know, if I give her the time and the space in which to answer.

this is what i never allowed myself to need. and of course what i've been needing all along.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

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.