David Levithan Quotes - Page 2

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with.

abstraction, n.

Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn't you, when I hear the tiptoe sounds that aren't yours. It's not as if I can conjure you up completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead.

To love-to fall-is not a question.
To touch-to kiss-to speak-those are questions.

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

Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah

You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.

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

Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.

Music is everywhere. It’s in the air between us, waiting to be sung.

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

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

He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.

You know there's no such thing as a complete lie. There's always some truth in there.

...because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.

It's b******* to think of friendship and romance being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variatons of the same desire to be close.

Indelible, adj.

That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising. I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.

Love me less,but love me for a long time.

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.