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  • Amazon shared from The Lover's Dictionary: A Novel by David Levithan
    yearning, n. and adj. At the core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.
    Note: Why not? :)
  • Amazon shared from The Lover's Dictionary: A Novel by David Levithan
    In order to have a lover, I must go back to the root of the word. For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved. There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs. 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 want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you.
    Note: <3 <3 <3
  • Amazon shared from The Lover's Dictionary: A Novel by David Levithan
    ineffable, adj. These words will ultimately end up being the barest of reflections, devoid of the sensations words cannot convey. Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.
    Note: Never enough. <3
  • Amazon shared from The Lover's Dictionary: A Novel by David Levithan
    And still, for all the jealousy, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we’re together. That someone like me could find someone like you—it renders me wordless. Because surely words would conspire against such luck, would protest the unlikelihood of such a turn of events. I didn’t tell any of my friends about our first date. I waited until after the second, because I wanted to make sure it was real. I wouldn’t believe it had happened until it had happened again. Then, later on, I would be overwhelmed by the evidence, by all the lines connecting you to me, and...
    Note: Those happy sequences of events. <3
  • Amazon shared from The Lover's Dictionary: A Novel by David Levithan
    And still, for all the jealousy, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we’re together. That someone like me could find someone like you—it renders me wordless. Because surely words would conspire against such luck, would protest the unlikelihood of such a turn of events. I didn’t tell any of my friends about our first date. I waited until after the second, because I wanted to make sure it was real. I wouldn’t believe it had happened until it had happened again. Then, later on, I would be overwhelmed by the evidence, by all the lines connecting you to me, and...
    Note: Those happy sequences of events. <3