David Levithan Quotes

My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break.

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.

You aren't going to leave me alone are you?

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

I am desperate and vulnerable. ... I am always terrified.... Beauty can sometimes be so very troublesome.

I'm thirty-six years old and I've been married once and he left and I don't want to feel this way anymore. Like I can't be vulnerable. Can't relax. It's exhausting, always being on the defensive, keeping my guard up. I feel like Cuba.

The most pitiful human ailment is a birdseed heart.

To be the object of someone's obsession is horrible.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.

I've been hurt so many times I don't have the balls for it anymore.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.

We're fragile, fragmented souls who are very sensitive to criticism.

The more sensitive you are, the more certain you are to be brutalized, develop scabs, never evolve. Never allow yourself to feel anything, because you always feel to much.

The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.

I have found it impossible to talk to anyone about my problems. I couldn't face the embarrassment, and anyway I lack the courage. Any courage I had was knocked out of me when I was young. But now, all of sudden I have a sort of desperate wish to tell everything to somebody.

I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.

Now it is you who everyone presumes is so fragile. Wounded. Scarred. Maybe they're right. Perhaps you are. A nursery rhyme comes into your head, and, like an egg, you allow yourself to topple onto your side, your legs still pulled hard against your torso. You lie like that a long while, watching the chrome shell of the tape measure sparkle until the sun moves.

To live is to have worries and uncertainties. Keep them inside, and they will destroy you for certain--leaving behind a person so callused that emotion can find no root in his heart.

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

I must do something or I shall wear my heart away.

What makes me deeply vulnerable? Probably the thing I suffer most from and have the most uncontrollable reactions from is still social anxiety.

Like everyone else, I've had moments when I've felt that I've been losing my grip.

I'm easily destroyed and I operate on emotional levels.

I don't know if you have ever been the object of someone's obsession - but if it's not of your desire, it is horrible. It is really awful.