On love and desolation

Endless thoughts and possibilities. Words so powerful yet conceiving. These are just few of the description I can entail regarding David Levithan’s The Realm of Possibility and Lang Leav’s Love and Misadventure. Two great books I can surely recommend for readers. These books have the power to express lasting effect to those who can read between the lines. Because every words written have some potent meaning of life readers need to unveil.

Following are my most favorite parts on the said books. Books, true to say, have the puissant  caress to engage readers to move and think outside the box. Just like in these books’ case. 🙂



loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more
miserable, misguided, misled
missing her is not an option right now
missing her seems to be a given
notice how fickle feelings can be
the answer is to just let go
the betrayal is to the past
the cocoon dangles empty
the desire outlasts the object
the effort lingers
the frustration is in how pointless the effort was
the ghost does not make itself transparent
the heart knows nothing except its own mind
the ideas are not enough
the jealousy is always there
the killing blow is sometimes the softest
the life you lead can be detoured
the moment you know cannot be taken back
the new you will try to bury the old me
the opportunity has passed
the past is inopportune
the questions all grow from why
the reality will always be contended
the sadness will ebb
the trouble is the time it might take
the ugly words cannot be erased, only discredited
the versions are never the same
the wonder is that we make it through
the x is the unknown variable
the yesterday cannot be repeated
the zenith is the point when you look down and realize you’re no longer below
you know, he says, you’ll get through this
you live each day one at a time
you live everyday all at once
you live with the possibility of good-bye
you move on

you ponder in this darkness and see you’re not alone
you realize you never felt alone
you subtracted one from your life, that’s all

~David Levithan (The Realm of Possibility)




“Once there was a boy who couldn’t speak but owned a music box that held every song in all the world. one day he met a girl who had never heard a single melody in her entire life and so he played her his favorite song. he watched while her face lit up with wonder as the music filled the sky and the poetry of lyrics moved her in a way she had never felt before.

he would play his songs for her day after day and she would sit by him quietly – never seeming to mind that he could only speak to her through song. she everything he played for her, but of them all – she loved the sad songs best. so he began to play them more and more until eventually, sad songs were all she would hear.

one day, he noticed it been a very long time since her last smile. when he asked her why, she took both of his hands and kissed them warmly. she thanked him for his gift of music and poetry but above all else – for showing her sadness because she had known neither of these things before him. but it was now time for her to go away – to find someone who could show her what happiness was.” ~Lang Leav (Love and Misadventure)


realm of possibility and love and misadventure


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