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“abstraction, n. Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn't you, when I hear the tiptoe sounds that aren't yours. It's not as if I can conjure you up completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead.”

Book:The Lover's Dictionary

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The Lover's Dictionary

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David Levithan

David Levithan, born on September 7, 1972, is a renowned author from the United States. His works span across various genres including young adult literature, adult fiction, and non-fiction, known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into social issues. more

“من أراد صفاء قلبه فليؤثر الله على شهوته، إذ القلوب المتعلقة بالشهوات محجوبة عن الله تعالى بقدر تعلقها. القلوب آنية الله في أرضه، فأحبها إليه أرقها وأصلبها وأصفاها، وإذا غذي القلب بالتذكر وسقي بالتفكر ونقي من الدغل رأى العجائب وألهم الحكمة ..”

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“belittle, v. No, I don't listen to the weather in the morning. No, I don't keep track of what I spend. No, it hadn't occurred to me that the Q train would have been much faster. But every time you give me that look, it doesn't make me want to live up to your standards.”

Lover S Dictionary Levithan

Book:The Lover's Dictionary

Source: The Lover's Dictionary

“taciturn, adj. There are days you come home silent. You say words, but you're still silent. I used to bombard you with conversational crowbars, but now I simply let the apartment fall mute. I hear you in the room -- turning on music, typing on the keys, getting up for a drink, shifting in your chair. I try to have my conversation with those sounds.”

Lover S Dictionary Levithan

Book:The Lover's Dictionary

Source: The Lover's Dictionary

“I once told Amanda, my best friend in high school, that I could never be with someone who wasn’t excited by rainstorms. So when the first one came, it was a kind of test. It was one of those sudden storms, and when we left Radio City, we found hundreds of people skittishly sheltered under the overhang. “What should we do?” I asked. And you said, “Run!” 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 my sprint. But then you looked back, stopped, and waited for me to catch up, for me to take your hand, for us to continue to run in the rain, drenched and enchanted, my words to Amanda no longer feeling like a requirement, but a foretelling.”