David Levithan Quotes - Page 16

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.

Be careful what you're doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be.

With all due respect, if you’re forty-three, then I’m a fetus.

Hello, my name is ees Lebkuchen Spice, and I vant to show you my coooooookies.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?

In the next election, I'm voting for your mom to be the next God.

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.

stanchion, n. I don't want to be the strong one, but I don't want to be the weak one either. Why does it feel like it's always one or the other? When we embrace, one of us is always holding the other a little tighter.

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

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

yearning n. and adj. At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

By the time I got there, you’d already decided. And I quickly decided to let you decide. You were already seeing the rooms as ours, and that was enough for me.

healthy, adj. There are times when I'm alone that I think, This is it. This is actually the natural state. All I need are my thoughts and my small acts of creation and my ability to go or do whatever I want to go or do. I am myself, and that is the point. Pairing is a social construction. It is by no means necessary for everyone to do it. Maybe I'm better like this. Maybe I could live my life in my own world, and then simply leave it when it's time to go.

...and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn’t want you to stop. I didn’t mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn’t mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

Even if neither of us got what we wanted, we found freedom in the third choices.

And I find myself saying, “It wasn’t really about her.” And finding it’s true. What do you mean?” Norah asks. It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn’t about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.

After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again.

Eventually she fell asleep, but I kept the phone against my ear, lulled by her breathing, and her breathing again in the background. And yes, it felt like home. Like everything belonged exactly where it was.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.