Quotes by David Levithan

There are friends, but they are people to spend time with, not people to share time with. Theres a false beast that takes the form of instinct and harps on the pointlessness of everything that happens.

look, tiny - i’m trying to be on my best behavior, but you have to understand - i’m always standing on the edge of something bad. and sometimes someone like you can make me look the other way, so that i don’t know how close i am to falling over. but i always end up turning my head. always.

Any time I let it, the weight of living creeps in and starts to drag her down. It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored. People talk to her, but it feels like they are outside a house, talking through the walls. There are friends, but they are people to spend time with, not people to share time with. Theres a false beast that takes the form of instinct and harps on the pointlessness of everything that happens.

Depression has been likened to both a black cloud and a black dog. For someone like Kelsea, the black cloud is the right metaphor. She is surrounded by it, immersed within it, and there is no obvious way out. What she needs to do is try to contain it, get it into the form of the black dog. It will still follow her around wherever she goes; it will always be there. But at least it will be separate, and will follow her lead.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

Life goes on is a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.

Now she’s lit by the warm orange spreading from the horizon as not-quite-day, becomes not-quite-night

It was a mistake, you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

If Im not telling you something, its for a reason. Just because you trust me, it doesnt mean I have to automatically trust you. Trust doesnt work like that.

I will be the one to leave you.

He counts as an ex because he made me feel dumped even without making me feel loved first.

They have left the first stage of romance—the rhapsody of us. Where everything is you-me or me-you or a giddily tentative we. Now him and her are asserting themselves, each given a private, pensive depth. Within the rhapsody of us, Elijah could think, I don’t really know you, but I will. Now he is not so sure.

If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.

The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won – even if you’re the victor, you’ve hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

What a powerful word, future. Of all the abstractions we can articulate to ourselves, of all the concepts we have that other animals do not, how extraordinary the ability to consider a time thats never been experienced. And how tragic not to consider it. It galls us, we with such a limited future, to see someone brush it aside as meaningless, when it has an endless capacity for meaning, and an endless number of meanings that can be found within it.

the sadness will ebbthe trouble is the time it might take

I wanted love to conquer all. But love cant conquer anything.

But none of that really mattered. I had found my tribe. It felt like a family reunion for the family Id never really known, a homecoming at the place where I was always meant to be nut hadnt known how to find.

There were so many other people in my life.I had spent all of my time listening,learning the longings we all have in common.I never took the time to hear them in myselfand I heard them speaking to him.The desire for desire, that hopefor hope, the possibility of everythingtruly possible. I had so many friends,so many nods and conversations,so many things I’d always wantedto say to someone.