David Quotes

You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

This is what my voice sounds like I don't need to be talking to someone else To hear it

This is as much a part of my story as anything else. Friendship is love as much as any romance.

Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

I still felt fondness for her - fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia.

You are so close, and I can’t reach you.

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.

I want to know why this is such a part of me. I want to know why this thing that happened to other people has happened so much to me. I keep looking for the lesson.

Let me hold on to this the way it was, before I knew anything else.

He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

Fate has a strange way of making plans.

I am not dangerous. Only the stories are dangerous. Only the fictions we create, especially when they become expectations.

Let’s make plans,” I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, “No, let’s leave it to chance.

Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

You never let things go unanswered for too long. Emails. Phone calls. Questions. As if you know the waiting is the hardest part for me.

That lasting things do, in fact, last.

I have always been aware of how I break. I know what kind of situations will break me. I know what kind of people will do it. I know how much it will hurt.

Gone is not forgotten, but our lives cannot be a memorial. This city cannot be a memorial. This city has to be a city. Our lives have to be our lives.

I had a sense then of how if we truly understood how many of the unimportant things we do will end up outliving us, we'd never be able to go on.

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

I'm swimming in your cadences that you permeate my very language.

It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.

I'm not good at relationships I always manage to find the flaws sometimes in others but mostly my own. I foretell the ending then go and create the cause save myself and end up alone

Ted is smart and good-looking, but he doesn't use it to good effect, like a rich person that never gives to charity.

This is the hard part about having best friends that I feel no attachment to -- I don't give them any benefit of the doubt. And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.

What a strange phrase — –not seeing other people. As if it’s been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.

After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again.

I would always wait to take you home.

These words are now mine, but soon they’ll be ours.

Even if neither of us got what we wanted, we found freedom in the third choices.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

yearning n. and adj. At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

People are always separable.

This isn't even something I've feared, because I never knew it was a possibility.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

If smart people are parodying it, that's a sure sign that some less smart people are believing it.

A sound waiting to be a word.

We were painting by numbers, starting with the greens. Because that happened to be our favorite color. And this, we figured, had to mean something.

...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

I want to talk to you and be random with you and be ridiculous with you.

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.