What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread

When the heart stops, you die. Love is everywhere that life is, and if there is no love for life, you die. Giving up on love is the same thing as giving up on life...

The feeling that the world is full of people who think different is synonymous with wrong.

Thoughts can follow you anywhere.

Whatever you had—I don’t know exactly what it was, and that’s fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that’s okay. But you have to figure that if it’s too...

You can find sorrow in the arithmetic, and you can find a bittersweet hope.

i feel like my life is so scattered right now. like it’s all these small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. but talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been...

The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won...

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it’s not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

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

Don’t look at the package. Look at what’s inside.

Quería que el amor lo conquistase todo. Pero el amor no puede conquistarlo todo. No puede hacerlo todo por sí solo.Ha de confiar en que seamos nosotros quienes conquistamos por él

What are your interests?””Your son in my room,” I said.”Excuse me?””The sun and the moon,” I said. “Astronomy.

How did my world get so small?

So what do you have to confess now?”I don’t know why I’m saying any of this, except that is the truth. “I’m confessing that I don’t know if I’m ready for this.””What is ‘this’?””Being open....

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it. One night I was lying in the dark, looking at her looking at me, and it just...

I’m sorry, but we can’t carry that book because it’s so Jewish and some people in my school don’t agree with Jewish culture,” I would protest until I reached my last gasp. Prohibiting gay books...

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?”Justin smiled “Not coffee. But yes.””Not Coffee it is, then.””Yes, Not Coffee.

libidinous, adj.I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don’t realize you’re on the floor.

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...

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.

up” as a physical matter. The changes after—Elijah has to believe they’re a matter of choice. Looking at Danny used to be like looking at the future. Now looking at Danny is like looking at...

When I say, Be my lover, I don’t mean, Let’s have an affair. I don’t mean, Sleep with me. I don’t mean, Be my secret. I want us to go back down to that root.I...

People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don’t acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are the memories that will remain, memories of the time...

it’s like kissing a boy, finally, a boy

I just needed to realize that style was like personality – it didn’t always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.

For the Jesus Revolutionaries, the answer was clear: Jesus would not be out waging “preventative” wars. Jesus would not be withholding medicine from people who could not afford it. Jesus would not cast stones at...

So that’s what we did – rocketing down Sixth Avenue, dashing around the rest of the post-concert crowd, splashing our tracks until our ankles were soaked. You took the lead, and I started to lose...

Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.

It might feel like the end of the world–but it’s the beginning of your art.

She had been lost on her own and I had been lost on my own, so it was natural that once we found each other we wanted to keep being unlost with each other. But...

It’s a highly deceptive world, one that constantly asks you to comment but doesn’t really care what you have to say.

placid, adj.Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.

I tried to shut myself down completely, put up my best screensaver personality to coast through the day. I didn’t want to see her. I was desperate to see her. I wanted to hold it...

The past and the future are complicated. It’s the present that’s simple.

is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in.

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

Having grown up here, I always wonder what it would be like to see this city as a tourist. Is it ever a disappointment? I have to believe that New York always lives up to...

misgivings, n.Last night, I got up the courage to ask you if you regretted us. “There are things I miss,” you said. “But if I didn’t have you, I’d miss more.

He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.

Self-preservation isn’t worth it if you can’t live with the self you’re preserving.

I wish I could remember the moment when I was a kid and I discovered that the letters linked into words, and that the words linked to real things. What a revelation that must have...

I am a firm believer in serendipity – all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why.

They should be going to sleep, but good company is the enemy of sleep.

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I’m seeing we don’t live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to...

As we become the distant past, you become a future few of us would have imagined.

It was a laugh that came from the tip of his toes, gaining force and soul as it traveled through his body and out into the world in mirthful bursts. There wasn’t anything fake about...

breathtaking, adj.Those mornings when we kiss and surrender for an hour before we say a single word.