David Levithan

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.

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

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

Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait on line for Santa, or some such inconvenience.

I've always known I was gay, but it wasn't confirmed until I was in kindergarten.It was my teacher who said so. It was right there on my kindergarten report card: PAUL IS DEFINITELY GAY AND HAS VERY GOOD SENSE OF SELF.

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

The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.

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.

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.

You know what’s a great metaphor for love? Sleeping beauty. Because you have to plow through this incredible thicket of thorns in order to get to beauty, and even then, when you get there, you still have to wake her up.— Tiny Cooper

But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself.

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

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

We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.

abyss, n.There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you've taken from me, everything I've given you, and the waste of all the time I've spent on us.

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

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

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