Top 267 Quotes & Sayings by Stephen Chbosky - Page 2

Craig said the problem with things is that everyone is always comparing everyone with everyone

When I was driving home, I just thought about the word 'special'. And I thought the last person who said that about me was my Aunt Helen. I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.

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.

I really do love my sister. Especially when she's nice.

He realized that if he didn't leave, it would never be his life. It would be theirs.

Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.

It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except 'be there.' I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.

Standing on the fringes of life... offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.

Even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

There are other people who have it a lot worse

Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.

The inside jokes weren't jokes anymore. they had become stories

Banning books gives us silence when we need speech. It closes our ears when we need to listen. It makes us blind when we need sight.

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

I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.

It's strange to describe reading a book as a really great experience, but that's kind of how it felt.

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. Maybe that is what makes people "participate.

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

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.

Do you always think this much? It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.

I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked “good”. Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair’s right for the first time in your life? I don’t think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it’s nice. It really is.

So, tomorrow, I’m leaving. And I’m not going to let that happen again with anyone else. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.

Girls like guys to be a challenge. It gives them some mold to fit in how they act. Like a mom. What would a mom do if she couldn't fuss over you and make you clean your room? And what would you do without her fussing and making you do it? Everyone needs a mom. And a mom knowns this. And it gives her a sense of purpose. You get it?

there is this one photograph... that is just beautiful. it would be impossible to describe how beautiful it is, but i’ll try. if you listen to the song “asleep,” and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you’ve known, and you cry and the person holds you back, then i think you will see the photograph.

I didn't feel like reading that night, so I went downstairs and watched a half-hour long commercial that advertised an exercise machine. They kept flashing a 1-800 number, so I called it. The woman who picked up the other end of the phone was named Michelle. And I told Michelle that I was a kid and did not need an exercise machine, but I hoped she was having a good night. That's when Michelle hung up on me. And I didn't mind a bit.

I used to listen to it all the time when I was little and thinking about grown-up things. I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and the trees behind it and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.

But right now I’m here with you. And I want to know where you are, what you need, and what you want to do.

As you see the opening get closer, you just can't get fast enough. And finally, just when you think you'll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you.

Have you ever done that? You feel really bad, and then it goes away, and you don’t know why.

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.

Sam dropped me off. When she was too far away to see me, I started to cry again. Because she was my friend again. And that was enough for me.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.

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.

The most beautiful surprise is that you have these moments where you connect with people on a deep level without saying a word. It's one of those wonderful things that you get what you give, and I'm grateful for it.

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

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.

I just laid around in my bed, looking at the ceiling, and i smiled because it was a nice kind of quiet.

It’s like when you’re 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 feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too.

The thing is, some girls think they can actually change guys. And what’s funny is that if they actually did change them, they’d get bored. They’d have no challenge left. You just have to give girls some time to think of a new way of doing things, that’s all. Some of them will figure it out here. Some later. Some never. I wouldn’t worry about it too much.

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 can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You’re alive. And you stand up and see the lights and the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song in that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear… we are infinite.

I'm only being cute here. I don't really mean it. I just wanted to make you smile.

And even if she says no, and really means yes, then quite frankly she's playing games and isn't worth the price of dinner.

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.

Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I’ve been watching cable television and eating jello.

You get the right collection of people together and you get the atmosphere together that it is very free where there is no judgment. If you create an atmosphere that is very open you steer the ship.

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

I wasn't raised very religiously because my parents went to Catholic school, but I do believe in God very much. I just never gave God a name, if you know what I mean. I hope I haven't let Him down regardless.

And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

It's strange the times people choose to be generous.

Bridget who is crazy said that sometimes she thought about suicide when commercials come on during TV. She was sincere and this puzzled the guidance counselors.

So what's the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don't understand that.

I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being "passive aggressive.

The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.

What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?

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

It's great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms or something like that? You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.