Quotes from Stephen Chbosky

I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means that you're happy, too.

I don't know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like. It's much easier not to know things sometimes.

OK, questa è la mia vita. E desidero che tu sappia che sono felice e triste al tempo stesso, e che sto ancora cercando di capire come ciò sia possibile.

It's like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means that you're happy, too.

Ma, soprattutto, piangevo perchè, all'improvviso, mi ero reso conto che ero proprio io quello in piedi, nel tunnel, con il vento che gli sferzava il viso. Non m'interessava vedere il centro della città. Non ci pensavo nemmeno. Perché ero in piedi, nel tunnel. Ed ero presente, davvero. E questo è bastato a farmi provare quella sensazione di infinito.

The nights he would pick up someone always made him sad. It's hard, too, because Patrick began every night really excited. He always said he felt free. And tonight was his destiny. And things like that. But by the end of that night, he just looked sad.

You see things, you keep quiet about them and you understand.

they were there. Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.

It's a great book. But try to be a filter, not a sponge.

She thought she was getting a sympathetic ear. What she was actually doing was giving the next bastard a trail of bread crumbs as to how much shit she was willing to put up with for what grief convinced her was love.

I would die for you. But I won't live for you." Something like that. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people.

My dad and my brother and my cousins carry him out to the car of the person who is least angry at him.

And because I don't want to start thinking again

I love my mom so much. I don't care if that's corny to say. I think on my next birthday, I'm going to buy her a present. I think that should be the tradition. The kid gets gifts from everybody, and he buys one present for his mom since she was there, too. I think that would be nice.

It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.

She said that I was really sweet and understanding, but that our relationship was too one-sided

Bob says that when you're alone, and you light a cigarette, and the cigarette is only half way lit that means someone is thinking about you. He also says that when you find a penny, it's only lucky if it's heads-up. He says the best thing to do is find a lucky penny when you're with someone and give the other person goodluck ".

On that piece of white paper, Sam wrote, Write about me sometime. And I typed back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. I just typed. I will. And I felt good that those were the first two words that I ever typed on my new old typewriter that Sam gave me. We just sat there quiet for a moment, and she smiled. And I moved to the typewriter again, and I wrote something. I love you too.

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

Being punished for something you did not do. Or being an innocent victim. It's just something that I never want to experience.

I'm really in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.

the magazine compared him with John Lennon from the Beatles. I told that to Sam later, and she got really mad. She said he was like Jim Morrison if he was like anybody, but really, he isn't like anybody but himself.

It's strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally.