Quotes from Stephen Chbosky

This is a worse that feels too big.

Please, don't do this to yourself, Charlie." But I did do it to myself. Like I do every year on my birthday. "I'm sorry.

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 believe the same with you. -The perks of being a wallflower

It was the way she said it that started me feeling.

I don't think we'd ever really exchanged two words before, but I guess this was the time to start. All I said was, "If you ever do this again, I'll tell everyone. And if that doesn't work, I'll blind you.

Even monsters are adorable when they are little.

It's much easier not to know things sometimes and to have french fries with your mom be enough.

Así que, si esta acaba siendo mi última carta, por favor, piensa que las cosas me irán bien, y que aun cuando no sea así, pronto se arreglarán. Y yo pensaré lo mismo de ti.

Parfois, on se réfugie derrière ses pensées pour ne pas avoir à s'impliquer.

Mais même si on ne peut pas choisir d'où on vient, à partir de là, on peut quand même choisir où on veut aller.

Porque está bien sentir cosas. Y ser tú mismo al respecto.

Charlie, a gente aceita o amor que acha que merece.

Acabo de lembrar o que me fez pensar desta forma. Vou escrever sobre isso porque, se eu fizer, não terei de pensar no assunto. E não quero ficar triste.

Eu sei que provoquei tudo isso. Sei que mereço. Eu tento de tudo para não ser assim. Faço de tudo para agradar a todos. E não tenho de ver meu psiquiatra, que me explique sobre ser agressivo-passivo. E não tenho de tomar o remédio que ele me passa, que é caro demais para meu pai. E não tenho de falar de minhas lembranças com ele. Ou ser nostálgico com coisas ruins.

i feel infinite

So, I guess Zen is a day like this when you are part of the air and remember things.

Mary Katherine had no way of understanding that her mother was not upset at her seventeen-year-old daughter because she was too relieved that the seventeen-week-old daughter that she remembered nursing hadn't died in that car accident last night. She had no way of knowing that no matter how big children feel, they will always look smaller to their parents.

I laid down on his old bed, and I looked through the window at this tree that was probably a lot shorter when my dad looked at it. And I could feel what he felt on the night when he realized that if he didn't leave, it would never be his life. It would be theirs. At least that's how he's put it.

Só queria que Deus, ou meus pais, ou minha irmã, ou alguém, me dissesse o que há de errado comigo. Que me dissesse como ser diferente de uma forma que faça sentido. Que fizesse tudo isso parar. E desaparecer. Sei que é errado, porque a responsabilidade é minha, e sei que as coisas pioram antes de melhorar porque é o que diz meu psiquiatra, mas essa fase pior está grande demais para mim.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm starting to get scared.

É só que eu não quero ser a paixonite de ninguém. Se alguém gosta de mim, eu quero que goste de mim de verdade, e não pelo que pensam que eu sou. E não quero que carreguem isso preso por dentro. Quero que mostrem para mim, para que eu possa sentir também. E se fazem alguma coisa de que eu não gosto, eu digo.

It's not a movie kind of love either.

He said that it was a very bad accident, and my Aunt Helen was definitely killed instantly. In other words, there was no pain. There was no pain anymore.

I think he was especially happy because I used to kiss this boy in the neighborhood a lot when I was very little, and even though the psychiatrist said it was very natural for little boys and girls to explore things like that, I think my father was afraid anyway. I guess that's natural, but I'm not sure why.