David Levithan Quotes

I can't really explain what it's like to be in love, but I feel like it's being comfortable. It's almost like having a best friend. It's a beautiful thing.

He dropped the pretense, and dropped his head, so his brow came to rest against the sun-warmed top of hers. His arms went around her and drew her in, and Karou and Akiva were like two matches struck against each other to flare starlight. With a sigh, she softened, and it was pure homecoming to melt against him and rest.

Intimacy can be about holding someone's hand. It could be about stroking their hair.

What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.

I'll put it out there: I love getting hugs.

This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment.

Being cuddly has nothing to do with size.

The sound of a mother's voice expresses a feeling of intimacy, which has a truly magical effect on the listener.

Make me feel at home, if you really care, scratch my back and run your pretty fingers through my hair.

Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered

I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.

Your hand is a warm stone I hold between two words.

Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.

Don't leave my embrace for here in my arms is your place.

When you know my love, my love will warm you.

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.

When I'm in love with a woman, seeing her in something cozy makes me not want to let go of her when I'm holding her.

A thing that you see in my pictures is that I was not afraid to fall in love with these people.

My softer side? I mean, I like to snuggle.

The choicest thing this world has for a man is affection.

I'd never had so much pleasure with another human being.

An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

When it's a love scene with someone you actually love, there's no feeling like, 'Can I touch him here? Can I touch him there?' You know what your boundaries are - or what they aren't, I suppose.