David Levithan Quotes - Page 26

Because when something happens, she's the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.

I only have eyes for you.

it's gonna hurt because it matters.

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

I am made for running. Because when you run, you could be anyone. You hone yourself into a body, nothing more or less than a body. You respond as a body, to the body. If you are racing to win, you have no thoughts but the body's thoughts, no goals but the body's goals. You obliterate yourself in the name of speed. You negate yourself in order to make it past the finish line.

Sometimes when you hit send, you can imagine the message going straight into the person's heart. But other times, like this time, it feels like the words are merely falling into a well.

This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

I have become very good at clearing histories.

This is the hard part about having best friends that I feel no attachment to -- I don't give them any benefit of the doubt. And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.

Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and want to be every word you say.

Her vulnerability is open, but she’s safe within it.

She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.

I find faith in human perseverance, even as the universe throws challenge after challenge our way.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.

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

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.

you ask me what I'm looking for, and I outline you. you don't recognize the shape, offer other names. you say my time will come, and I hope.

I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins. (this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.) there are times I want to kiss you midsentence. undo the not-doing with one gesture.

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

i have never had anybody talk to me like this. this is not a flirty sixth-grade phone call or bantering with friends or words passed in a note. i feel that if my soul could talk it would talk like this.

He is much stronger than I think I am. He is mischievous, outgoing, ready to soar through the clouds, while I often feel like the cloud itself.

As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we’re really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

He doesn’t just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

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

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