Quotes from Stephen Chbosky

Personally, I like to think my brother is having a college experience like they do in the movies. I don't mean the big fraternity party kind of movie. More like the movie where the guy meets a smart girl who wears a lot of sweaters and drinks cocoa. They talk about books and issues and kiss in the rain. I think something like that would be very good for him, especially if the girl were unconventionally beautiful. They are the best kind of girls, I think.

Pensó que hay un momento en el que se termina la niñez y deseo que ese momento estuviera lejos.

And when he was lying in the ground next to her, her photographs would be thrown in the trash because her face wouldn't mean anything to anyone else. He was the last person alive who knew her and loved her.

Frecuentemente subestimamos el poder del contacto.

Do you always think this much, Charlie?

Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve." I just stood there, quiet. Bill patted my shoulder and gave me a new book to read. He told me everything was going to be okay.

Sin el, tu mundo está condenado

cuando llegue el momento, va a romper el cristal entre el mundo imaginario y el tuyo. Y solo sobrevivira un mundo

No todas las heridas dejan huella

I thought about him going into my mom's when she was little and hitting my mom and holding up her report card and saying that her bad grades would never happen again. And I think now that maybe he meant my older brother. Or my sister. Or me. That he would make sure that he was the last one to work in a mill.

If you're reading these words, you won today. You are here. You are alive. You have options. You can wait out a bad situation. Move on, fight back, get out, break up, call, ask her or him out, write that book, write that song, listen to the music, take the drive, take the chance, and live. Whatever strategy you choose, you win.

I thought about him going into my mom's room when she as little and holding up her report card and saying that her bad grades would never happen again. And I think now that maybe he meant my older brother. Or my sister. Or me. That he would make sure that he was the last one to work in a mill.

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 things 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?

If you ever do this again, I'll tell everyone. And if that doesn't work, I'll blind you.

I read an article about Nirvana on one visit, and it didn't have any references to honey mustard dressing or lettuce. They kept talking about the singer's stomach problems all the time, though. It was weird.

I love my mom so much. I don't care if it'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.

I also thought that if anybody saw me talking out loud when I was alone in the car, their looks might convince me that the something that's wrong with me might be even worse than I thought.

I thought about Bill telling me I was special. And my sister saying she loved me. And my mom, too. And even my dad and brother when I was in the hospital. I thought about Patrick calling me his friend. And I thought about Sam telling me to do things. to really be there. And I just thought how great it was to have friends and a family.

Sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.

Supongo que somos quienes somos por muchas razones, y quizás nunca conozcamos la mayoría de ellas.

Éramos demasiado jóvenes para saber que al conductor no le importaban nuestras canciones.

It's okay to feel things and be who you are about them.

I was in the shopping mall because that's where I go lately. For the last couple of weeks. I've been going there every day, trying to figure out why people go there. It's kind of a personal project.

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it because they don't involve a ball.