David Levithan Way Quotations

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

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.

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

There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books - used we call them, in a way that we'd never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly

Fate has a strange way of making plans.

Things rarely get fixed the way they need to be.

There is certainty in a ring. The non-ending, the non-beginning. The ongoing. The way it holds on to you not because it's fastened or stretched or adhered. It holds on because it fits.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

What's the big deal with France? How come everyone wants to go there? Let me tell you about France. Their music sucks. Their movies suck. Their berets suck. Their croissants are pretty good, but the place overall still sucks.My family went there once on the way to visit Dad's homeland family. EuroDisney. Need I say more?

Dispel, v. It was the way you said, “I have something to tell you.” I could feel the magic drain from the room.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

How can you spend hours every day trying in small ways to figure out who you are, then have a near-stranger give you a sentence of yourself that says it better than you ever could?

I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.

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.

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.

Tell me a way you think this can work." "We'll find a way," I tell her. "That's not an answer. It's a hope." "Hope's gotten us this far. Not answers.

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

But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

Every person is a possibility. The hopeless romantics feel it most acutely, but even for others, the only way to keep going is to see every person as a possibility.

It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.

Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

I don't even know what I'm looking for, although I hope I'll know it if I find it along the way. Sometimes I want to simplify my life into a simple bare thing. And other times I want to complicate it so thoroughly that everything I touch will become bound in some way to me. I've become quite aware of my contradictions, but there's no true resolution in that.

That no matter what i did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn't miss meant more to me than the things I missed.

The assumption of the word reunion is that, once you're together again, you are united. Two as one. Pulling close to someone is only a temporary symbol. It's the way you breathe with each other that's the telltale sign.