Quotes from Stephen Chbosky

I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me. And if they do something I don't like, I'll tell them.

Then, Patrick pointed at me, and said something to Bob. He's something, isn't he? Bob nodded his head. Patrick then said something I don't think I'll ever forget. Hes a wallflower. And Bob really nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And I started to feel nervous in the Bob way, but Patrick didn't let me get too nervous. He sat down next to me. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

I wasn't raised very religiously because my parents went to Catholic school, but I do believe in God very much. I just never gave God a name, if you know what I mean. I hope I haven't let Him down regardless.

she hated everything her parents loved

I would tell you about the rest of the night, but i honestly dont remember much about it. It's all a very sad daze.

Patrick said that the problem was that since everything has happened already, it makes it hard to break new ground. Nobody can be as big as the Beatles because the Beatles already gave it a "context." The reason they were so big is that they had no one to compare themselves with, so the sky was the limit.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes, I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror.

Por lo tanto, creo que somos lo que somos por muchas razones. Y tal vez nunca lo sabremos más que ellos. Pero incluso si no tenemos el poder de elegir de dónde venimos, todavía podemos elegir a dónde ir desde allí. Todavía podemos hacer cosas. Y podemos tratar de sentirnos bien acerca de ellas.

I saw other people there. Old men sitting alone. Young girls with blue eye shadow and awkward jaws. Little kids who looked tired. Fathers in nice coats who looked even more tired. Kids working behind counters of the food places who looked like they hadn't had the will to live for hours. The machines kept opening and closing. The people kept giving money and getting their change. And it all felt very unsettlingly to me.

Her whisper smelled like cranberry juice and vodka.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

I guess she didn't know how much she talked or how much I listened.

I know this will all be stories someday and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening.

I was looking at this tree but it was a dragon and then a tree

Patrick used to be popular, until Sam bought him some good music.

I was just trying to be a friend,' I said. 'But you weren't, Charlie. At those times, you weren't being his friend at all. Because you weren't honest with him.

The reason I am thinking so far in advance is because school is terribly lonely. I think I've said that before, but it's getting harder every day.

You know I blamed Craig for not letting me do things? You know how stupid I feel about that now? Maybe he didn't really encourage me to do things, but he didn't prevent me from doing them either. But after a while, I didn't do things because I didn't want him to think different about me. But the thing is, I wasn't being honest. So, why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't really even know me?

I went to the library to look up the figures, and I found out that the episode we watched is the highest watched anything of television history, which I find amazing because it felt like just the five of us.

It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except "be there." I want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So, I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.

I drove home listening to some of the songs we listened to those times when we were infinite.

Todos tenían frases de canciones pop que tenían algo que ver con el futuro

In other words, there was no pain. There was no pain anymore.

I really want to be a writer but I don't know what to write about You could write about us