Top 267 Quotes & Sayings by Stephen Chbosky - Page 4

You know . . . a lot of kids at school hate their parents. Some of them got hit. And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives. Some of them were trophies for their parents to show the neighbors like ribbons or gold stars. And some of them just wanted to drink in peace.

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.

Do you think if people knew how crazy you really were, no one would ever talk to you?

He's a wallflower." And Bob nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And i started to feel nervous in the Bob way, but Patrick didn't let me get too nervous. He sat down next to me. "You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

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. I personally find 'super models' strange. I don't know why this is.

Nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

As I was walking up the stairs to dad's old room, and I was looking at the photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took the photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

and for the first time in my life I understand the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.

It's nice to have things to look forward to.

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

people who try to control situations all the time are afraid that if they don't, nothing will work out the way they want.

Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way.

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

Welcome to the island of misfit toys.

I just don't want you to worry about me, or think you've met me, or waste your time anymore.

On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.

the juniors were acting different because they are now the seniors. They even had T-shirts made. I don't know who plans these things.

I just think it's bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees her is better than she actually is. And I think it's bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is through a camera.

The fights are always the same

My dad said I did the right thing. I hope I did, but it's hard to tell sometimes.

The gift from my Secret Santa wasn't anything special. That makes me sad. I bet you anything that Mary Elizabeth is my Secret Santa because only she would give me socks.

There were other stories and other names. Second Base Stace, who had breasts in fourth grade and let some of the boys feel them. Vincent, who took acid and tried to flush a sofa down the toilet. Sheila, who allegedly masturbated with a hot dog and had to go to the emergency room. The list went on and on.

I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.

And things were back to normal except we were just friends.

I sat down and tried to write a story. "Ian MacArthur is a wonderful sweet fellow who wears glasses and peers out of them with delight." That was the first sentence. The problem was that I just couldn't think of the next one. After cleaning my room three times, I decided to leave Ian alone for a while because I was starting to get mad at him.

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

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.

Girls are weird, and I don't mean that offensively. I just can't put it any other way.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

I was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't

deep down...she's a good woman...you should be proud of her." When I told my mom about this, she just looked very sad because he could never say those things to her. Not ever. Not even when he walked her down the aisle.

For me personally, as much as I don't understand my mom and dad and as much as I feel sorry for them sometimes, I can't help but love them very much.

Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

Everyone is special in their own way.

All I could do is lie there and think about how much her voice changed when she asked me if she was pretty, and how much she changed when I answered.

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.

The radio comes back even louder than you remember it.

I think they were afraid that some of us would try to kill ourselves or something because they looked very tense and one of them kept touching his beard.

If it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

I wonder what my speech would be.

I couldn't believe Sam actually got me a present because i honestly thought the "I love you" was it.

I have finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.

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

So, I looked up, and we were in this giant dome like a glass snowball, and Mark said that the amazing white stars were really only holes in the black glass of the dome, and when you went to heaven, the glass broke away, and there was nothing but a whole sheet of star white, which is brighter than anything but doesn't hurt your eyes. It was vast and open and thinly quiet, and I felt so small.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway, and I just can't stop thinking that the little kid eating french fries with his mom in the shopping mall is going to grow up and my sister.

Sometimes, I think Bill forgets that I am sixteen. But I am very happy that he does.

The movie itself was very interesting, but I didn't think it was very good because I didn't really feel different when it was over.

And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.

Patrick started driving really fast, and just before we got to the tunnel. Sam stood up, and the wind turned her dress into ocean waves. When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vacuum, and it was replaced by a song on the tape player. A beautiful song called “Landslide.” When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really fun scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

but my dad said it was no excuse. "But I love him!" I had never seen my sister cry that much. "No, you don't." "I hate you!" "No, you don't." My dad can be very calm sometimes. "He's my whole world." "Don't ever say that about anyone again. Not even me." That was my mom.

The sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can't reach

I'm not saying she was lying to me, but she just acted so different before I got to know her, and if she really isn't like what she was at the beginning, I wish she could have just said so.

They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.

in the last month or so, i have read the great gatsby and a separate peace. i am starting to see a real trend in the kind of books bill gives me to read. and just like the tape of songs, it is amazing to hold each of them in the palm of my hand. they are all my favorites. all of them.

And when she started becoming a “young lady,” and no one was allowed to look at her because she thought she was fat. And how she really wasn’t fat. And how she was actually very pretty. And how different her face looked when she realized boys thought she was pretty. And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy. I wondered how her face would look when she came out from behind those doors.

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.

When we were all getting ready to leave, I walked up to my grandfather and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. He wiped my lip print off with his palm and gave me a look. He doesn't like the boys in the family to touch him. But I'm very glad that I did it anyway in case he dies. I never got to do that with my Aunt Helen.