David Levithan Quotes - Page 17

Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

Ted is smart and good-looking, but he doesn't use it to good effect, like a rich person that never gives to charity.

this might be the happy ending without the ending

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

For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.

Holden Caulfield is the embodiment of what we mean by the phrase “young adult” – too young to be a grown-up, but too wise to the world to be completely innocent. He’s caught in the in-between, and that in-between is what all young adult authors write about.

I'm swimming in your cadences that you permeate my very language.

I see Nick's number. I debate whether to assign a name to his number. If I commit to that, then I will truly be heartbroken if he never calls me again; my heart will knot each and every time I use this phone and see his name in there. I would probably end up having to trash the phone entirely.

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

I kiss her and she finds the light switch and turns it off, and we're just lit in Pepsi-can colors and it's like we've finally found this other kind of conversation, this conversation in gestures and pulls and pushes and breaths and grasps and teases and glimmers and rubs and expectation.

Now, I don't believe in doing hugs halfway. I can't stand people who try to hug without touching. A hug should be a full embrace - as I wrap my arms around Tony, I am not just holding him, but also trying to lift off his troubles for a moment so that the only thing he can feel is my presence, my support.

Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

We hold hands as we walk through town. If anybody notices, nobody cares. I know we all like to think of the heart as the center of the body but at this moment, every conscious part of me is in the hand that he holds. It is through that hand, that feeling, that I experience everything else.

It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.

Let’s make plans,” I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, “No, let’s leave it to chance.

I am not dangerous. Only the stories are dangerous. Only the fictions we create, especially when they become expectations.

Fate has a strange way of making plans.

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.

fraught, adj. Does every “I love you” deserve an “I love you too”? Does every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve to be spent on a lover? If the answer to any of these is “No,” what do we do?

Deep breaths. I am taking deep breaths. Composure. Which, for me, means composing... Maybe this is my way of creating the illusion of control over something I have no control over. Like, if it's just a story I'm telling or a song I'm singing, then I'll be okay because I'm the guy who's providing the words.

You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.

These words are now mine, but soon they’ll be ours.

You leave the phone on beside you as you fall asleep. I sit in my bed and listen to your breathing, until I know you are safe, until I know you no longer need me for the night.