David Levithan Quotes

Dear John, tell me everything. Write it all down, that way, we’ll be with each other all the time, even if we’re not with each other at all.

You been gone too long, Sula. Not too long, but maybe too far.

I'm always on the phone because I'm usually not with the people I want to be with.

Absence is one of the most useful ingredients of family life, and to dose it rightly is an art like any other.

When the show's not around any more, it's going to be hard not to have her in my life.

To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.

I love to read about what my love life is really like.

I don't know if you're married, but sometimes there are times where one is really together with their partner. And then there are times when you're both just in your own thing, but you're there together.

Do we need distance to get close?

There are men who would quickly love each other if once they were speak to each other; for when they spoke they would discover that their souls had only separated by phantoms and delusions.

As many of you know I travel a good bit and do not get to see my friends and family as much as I would like.

Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions.

Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.

Every play I write is about love and distance. And time. And from that we can get things like history.

I talk to Simon, I write to him. I never used to write a diary. But now I'm writing a diary to him. I think it's not just me, but lots of others, family and friends, can still feel him around.

Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.

Most of our songs are about relationships.

Relationships are temporary, and everyone needs to understand that.

I've always been interested in relationships and the break-up of relationships.

There are lots of people in my life I just don't get the chance to see as much as I would like.

There are people I love in Nashville and would not want to go a day without talking to, but I want to see the world.

He was losing her incrementally. It might be a few stray hairs listless on the pillow, or the crescents of bitten fingernails tossed behind the headboard, or a dark shape dissolving in soap. As a net is no more than holes tied together, they were bonded by what was no longer there." (ARC p. 63)

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children.

You can lose a man like that by your own death, but not by his.

It isn't possible to love and to part.