Every Day (Every Day, #1)

by David Levithan

I’m only borrowing his life for a day.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are.

I focus on the present, because that is where I am destined to live.

There is a part of childhood that is childish, and a part that is sacred.

I am full of such gratitude for the sun, the water, the way my feet sink into the sand,

The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations—all of them rearranging themselves so that this precise, remarkable intersection could happen.

It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else falling in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

The universe nods along to the songs.

People take love’s continuity for granted,

There comes a time when the body takes over the life.

The sound waves push us into each other, wrap around us like colors.

Some people think mental illness is a matter of mood, a matter of personality.

these inclinations, these compulsions, were as much a part of the body as its eye color or its voice.

The body is working against you. And because of this, you feel even more despair. Which only amplifies the imbalance.

Depression has been likened to both a black cloud and a black dog.

I will never know if we are listening to the same song at the same time.