David Levithan Quotes

I really believe that all of us have a lot of darkness in our souls. Anger, rage, fear, sadness. I don't think that's only reserved for people who have horrible upbringings. I think it really exists and is part of the human condition. I think in the course of your life you figure out ways to deal with that.

Contrary to reports that I took the loss badly, I want to say that I went home last night and slept like a baby—every two hours I woke up and cried.

The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.

The hardest thing you can do is smile when you are ill, in pain, or depressed. But this no-cost remedy is a necessary first half-step if you are to start on the road to recovery.

Emotional pain makes me want to isolate. Or hit back. It's very tough to rise above my natural inclinations. I'm always working on this.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell; I know right now you can't tell; But stay a while and maybe then you'll see; A different side of me

It was the momentary yielding of a nature that had been disappointed from the dawn of its perceptions, but had not quite given up all its hopeful yearnings yet.

You go through spells where you feel that maybe you're too sensitive for this world. I certainly felt that.

I don't have expectations. Expectations in your life just lead to giant disappointments.

I don't know what to say to that, but I have to agree with Johnny that, yeah, we do touch upon things that most men would rather not admit: That we feel pain, we cry, get sad and sometimes don't deal well with disappointment.

Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?

I did not want to be depressed by the gap existing between my weakness and my ambition.

I was raised in an atmosphere of 'everything's fine.' But as I got older, I was like, 'Well no, everything's not fine. There is stuff that's sad.' I am a really sensitive person. I think I am too sensitive sometimes.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

When I admitted to myself I was ill, it was tough to accept. I didn't want my family to worry about me.

You're killing yourself with cynicism. Your idols got taken away from you one by one and now you have nothing to give your love to.

For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal.

All our failures are ultimately failures in love.

It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that.

It hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.

I don't think anybody should go through life without a team of psychologists. I have been through times when I'm literally squatting in the living room, having one of those open-throated cries, where you're crying all the way to your butthole. I always believed I would come out of it, though.

Sometimes I think that if I wasn't crazy... I'd go crazy.

Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.

What could he mean by speaking so, as if I were always thinking that he cared for me, when I know he does not; he cannot. ... But I won't care for him. I surely am mistress enough of myself to control this wild, strange, miserable feeling