Quotes from Stephen Chbosky

I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have.

I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.

It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.

It's just that 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 don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

This moment will just be another story someday.

Enjoy it. Because it's happening.

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough

And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.

And all the books you've read have been read by other people. And all the songs you've loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that's pretty to you is pretty to other people. and that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing 'unity.

please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.

I just want you to know that you're very special… and the only reason I'm telling you is that I don't know if anyone else ever has.

Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.

I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. 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 due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.

Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.

It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.

I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.

If the right thing came along, I would absolutely direct something I did not write because I love the process so much, but we'll see. I'm taking it day by day.

Love pats are soft punches of encouragement that are admistered on the knee, shoulder, and arm.

I love Twinkies, and the reason I am saying that is because we are all supposed to think of reasons to live.

If the advice is simply to respect yourself and follow the path that you want to follow, that would be the best advice I could ever pass on.