David Levithan, The Realm of Possibility

"She is the weakness you think of as strength while I am the strength you have no idea is there."

"It is a horrible wonderful thing to be in love with you. To get to hear you sing for hour after hour but never be the subject of the song. To listen and listen and listen."

"When I turned to look at you, I was afraid to move again—the moment was just too beautiful to be lost."

"A Cue from Nature Run outside during a thunderstorm That downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilaration That’s what unlonely is like"

"does it ever get easier?is there an end to these questions?do you have any answers?will you say them to me?can you stop this unraveling?will you bring me your closure?or am I the only onewho sees anymore?who sees . . .who sees . . .who sees?"

"you live each day one at a timeyou live every day all at onceyou live with the possibility of good-byeyou move on."

"teenagers are never joking. when seeking to prove a point, principals and teachers should remember that teenagers are never, ever sarcasic or ironic. if they say "I wish someone would drop a bomb on this school right now," that means they have arranged for a nuclear arsenal to be emptied onto the school and should be immediately suspended and ridiculed. if they say they were merely coming up with a joking excuse to postpone a bio test, reply that all jokes are funny, and that since dropping a bomb on a school is not funny, it is therefore not a joke."

"There was a time before youbut I can't remember it nowa time before your beauty and Iwere formally introduced I'm sure I lived without youbut I don't remember howcan't imagine living withoutthese feelings you've produced"

"the answer is to just let gothe betrayal is to the pastthe cocoon dangles emptythe desire outlasts the objectthe effort lingersthe frustration is in how pointless the effort wasthe ghost does not make itself transparentthe heart knows nothing except its own mindthe ideas are not enoughthe jealousy is always therethe killing blow is sometimes the softestthe life you lead can be detouredthe moment you know cannot be taken backthe new you will try to bury the old methe opportunity has passedthe past is inopportunethe questions all grow from whythe reality will always be contendedthe sadness will ebbthe trouble is the time it might takethe ugly words cannot be erased, only discreditedthe versions are never the samethe wonder is that we make it throughthe x is the unknown variablethe yesterday cannot be repeatedthe zenith is the point when you look down and realize you’re no longer below"

"Thoughts can follow you anywhere."

"There were so many other people in my life. I had spent all of my time listening,learning the longings we all have in common. I never took the time to hear them in myselfand I heard them speaking to him. The desire for desire, that hopefor hope, the possibility of everythingtruly possible. I had so many friends,so many nods and conversations,so many things I’d always wantedto say to someone."

"the sadness will ebbthe trouble is the time it might take"

"loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more"

"Our friendship is made of bendy straws, long midnight letters,my so-called life marathons, sleepless sleepovers, diner milk shakes, apron strings, a belief in beauty,sucking helium, and the most trust I’ve ever felt for anyone, including myself."

"it's not his bodythat changesright away.it's somethinginside. he sayshe wants tobe a littleweaker. i don'tunderstand.i say 'thinner'and he says'no, i wantto be strongerin a differentway.' notbecause of me,but for me."

"and when hecatches meoff guardand says'i love you'i catch himoff guardand say 'i need your help."

"If you’re not able to laugh inside a sex shop,then you probably shouldn’t be there. I mean, they don’t call it fooling around for nothing."

"the heart knows nothing except its own mind"

"The heart knows nothing except its own mind."

"If she were running through the rye, if she were headed towards the abyss, I would grab hold with every ounce of my strength, with every scared beat of my heart, with every thought that could only be for her. And if I were to be running the same way, I’d like to think she’d do the same. But maybe her hands would be busy holding the book. Maybe she wouldn’t see me, too intent on looking for Phoebe from the carousel. Or waiting for Holden to hold her, to wrap her in the pages of his arms, to say she was the only one who truly knew him, as I plunged past her, sad to be leaving, and a little happy to be away."