David Levithan Quotes - Page 19

You're giving up. You're slipping into being miserable and if you are being miserable, then it's all about you again. But it's not all about you. Love doesn't work that way.

All this hoping for something- or someone- that's maybe hopeless. I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There is too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.

Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.

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?

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.

I immediately suspected there was much more to it than was being said.

Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.

I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too.

And I, who have never thought in terms of a life, think to myself that I could make a life out of this.

There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.

It's not the easy things that let you get to know a person.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

I text tiny a minute later. MADE NEW GAY FRIEND. And he texts back PROGRESS!!!

The world is quieter now. It is never quiet, but it can get quieter. What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread. Nighttime is not that. Nighttime still rustles, still creaks and whispers and trembles in its throat. It is not darkness we fear, but our own helplessness within it. How merciful to have been granted the other senses.

Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.

When you need to hold onto something, you should. Whatever gets you through, take it.

it's the belief, not the words, that mean everything. it's the floating.

There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.

...he hopes that maybe it'll make people a little less scared of two boys kissing than they were before, and a little more welcoming to the idea that all people are, in fact, born equal, no matter who they kiss or screw, no matter what dreams they have or love they give.

We remember what it was like to meet someone new. We remember what it was like to grant someone possibility. You look out from your own world and then you step into his, not really knowing what you’ll find there, but hoping it will be something good. Both Ryan and Avery are doing this. You step into his world and you don’t even realize your loneliness is missing. You’ve left it behind, and you don’t notice because you have no desire to turn back.

We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.

We wish we could have been there for you. We didn't have many role models of our own--we latched on to the foolish love of Oscar Wilde and the well-versed longing of Walt Whitman because nobody else was there to show us an untortured path. We were going to be your role models. We were going to give you art and music and confidence and shelter and a much better world. Those who survived lived to do this. But we haven't been there for you. We've been here. Watching as you become the role models.

This is what you do now to give your day topography--scan the boxes, read the news, see the chain of your friends reporting about themselves, take the 140-character expository bursts and sift through for the information you need. It's a highly deceptive world, one that constantly asks you to comment but doesn't really care what you have to say. The illusion of participation can sometimes lead to participation. But more often than not, it only leads to more illusion, dressed in the guise of reality.