Quotes from Stephen Chbosky

I don't know why I wrote a lot of this down for you to read.

He was a real man.

they were really having fun being cynical, and I didn't want to ruin it.

Everyone gets an ending. Whether or not it's happy is up to them.

So, if this does end up being my last letter, please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And I will believe the same about you. Love always, Charlie

I knew it wasn't fair, though, to ruin her time just because I miss everybody, so I just said good night and left.

Everything can't be low self-esteem, can it?

No podemos elegir de donde venimos pero si hacia donde vamos

My mom chooses her battles carefully, and I can tell you one thing about my family. When my mom does say something, she always gets her way.

Standing to leave, he looked at her one last time, hating her and loving her just the same. She was yet another thing tying him to the city, his duty to her like a straitjacket holding him against his will. A locked box he couldn't find a way out of.

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.

So, when the school year ends, and I'm not your teacher anymore, I want you to know that if you ever need anything, or want to know about more books, or want to show me anything you write, or anything, you can always come to me as a friend. I do consider you a friend

I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn't try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have. I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have. I need to know that these people exist.

I said, Well, I thought a lot of things, but mostly, I thought that your being sad was much more important to me than Craig not being your boyfriend anymore. And if it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay. That's when I realized that I truly loved you.

I put the book down and went to the window. I stared at my reflection and the trees behind it for a long time. Not thinking anything. Not hearing the record.

At those times, you weren't being his friend at all. Because you weren't honest with him.

If you fail at your job, you do not blame some outside force. You look right in the mirror and take responsibility. That was the problem with the world. No one took responsibility.

My sister was counting on me, and this was the first time anyone ever counted on me for anything.

It's strange to think about your teachers as being people.

So, 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 we have the power to choose where we come from, we can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

The power of God was not omniscience. The power of God was not omnipotence. The power of God was love.

Do you ever miss him?

The shadows were not terrifying. They were the proof that light exists. The fire and brimstone were all a mirage. The clouds nothing but steam inside a bathroom. All he needed to do was wipe away the mirror. He didn't need a key. He was the key.

She wanted her son to be smart enough to get out of this nightmare, but not smart enough to know that he was actually inside one.