Stephen Chbosky Quotes

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

It would be very nice to have a friend again. I would like that even more than a date.

Except that my father got a raise, and my mother didn't because she doesn't get paid for housework, and my sister stopped reading those self-esteem books because she met a new boy

And I just let him. Because that's what friends are for.

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.

Some people's fake is more honest than other people's real.

And it all felt very unsettling to me.

He even let me smoke a cigarette in his office, but he urged me to quit smoking because of the health risks. He even had a pamphlet in his desk that he gave me. I now use it as a bookmark.

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.

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.

My mom chooses her battles carefully, and I can tell you one thing about my family. When my mom does say something, she always gets her way.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

I hate you"
"No, you don't." My dad can be very calm sometimes.
"He's my hole world"
"Don't ever say that about anyone again. Not even me." That was my mom. [pp.28]

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If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

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

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. The

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

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.

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

I really want to be a writer but I don't know what to write about"

"You could write about us

Not every one has a sob story and even if they do, it's no excuse.

So, I said I thought the magazine was trying to make him a hero, but then later somebody might dig up something to make him seem like less than a person. And I didn't know why because to me he is just a guy who writes songs that a lot of people like, and I thought that was enough for everyone involved.

I wanted the angel to come down and show us how Uncle Billy's life had meaning. Then, I think I'd feel better.

My Aunt Helen was my favorite person in the whole world. She was my mom's sister. She got straight A's when she was a teenager and she used to give me books to read. My father said that the books were a little too old for me, but I liked them so he just shrugged and let me read.

I'm just thinking too fast-- much too fast.

I said yes because I didn't want to do anything wrong,

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.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.

Welcome to the island of misfit toys

It's too bad you're not gay. Then again, if you were gay, I would never date you. You're a mess."
You know, Patrick? If I were gay, I'd want to date you."
Of course.

I saw my suffering for what it was, finite and insignificant, and I was still. My suffering did not fit anywhere, I realized. And I could accept this. Suffering is Finite, but I feel infinite.

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.

Does anyone want any chips?

They've been talking about their prom nonstop. Even the people that think it's a "joke" like Mary Elizabeth can't stop talking about what a "joke" it is. It's all very fun to witness.

I wonder what my speech would be.

My sister was counting on me, and this was the first time anyone ever counted on me for anything.

Bill looks different without a suit. He was wearing his old graduate school T-shirt. Which was Brown. The school. Not the color. His girlfriend was wearing sandals and a nice flowered dress. She even had hair under her arms. No kidding!

I think you of all people are alive and appreciates what that means.

I wonder if that's a small price to pay for being a legend.

I want to be an author/director and I'm writing my second book now and I want to make a movie of it, and I hope I get to do this for the rest of my life.

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

I didn't do things because I didn't want him to think different about me.

I knew it wasn't fair, though, to ruin her time just because I miss everybody, so I just said good night and left.

My parents went to Ohio to see a very distant cousin get buried or married. I don't remember which.

I just listened to the music, and breathed in the day, and remembered things. Things like walking around the neighborhood and looking at the houses and the lawns and the colorful trees and having that be enough.

Everyone is special in their own way.

So, I stood alone by the wall and watched the dance for a while. I would describe it to you, but I think it's the kind of thing where you have to be there or at least know the people. But then again, maybe you knew the same people when you went to high school dances, if you know what I mean.

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.

I realized that it happened every Saturday when we would watch television.

Music is a vital part of my life, and it has been since I was a kid. It helped me find my identity as a person, it helped me find my identity as an artist, and it helped me get in touch with emotions that I didn't know I had.

I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

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

I must have been in the car for a long time because eventually my sister found me there. I was chain-smoking cigarettes and crying still. My sister knocked on the window. I rolled it down. She looked at me with this curious expression. Then, her curiosity turned to anger.
"Charlie, are you smoking?!"
She was so mad. I can't tell you how mad she was.
"I can't believe you're smoking!"
That's when I stopped crying. And started laughing. Because of all the things she could have said right after she got out of there, she picked my smoking. And she got angry about it. And I knew if my sister was angry, then her face wouldn't be that different. And she would be okay.
"I'm going to tell Mom and Dad, you know?"
"No, you're not." God, I couldn't stop laughing.
When my sister thought about it for a second, I think she figured out why she wouldn't tell Mom or Dad. It's like she suddenly remembered where we were and what had just happened and how crazy our whole conversation was considering at all. Then, she started laughing.
But the laughing made her feel sick, so I had to get out of the car and help her into the backseat. I had already set up the pillow and the blanket for her because we figured it was probably best for her to sleep it off a little in the car before we went home.
Just before she feel asleep, she said, "Well, it you're going to smoke, crack the window at least."
Which made me start laughing again.
"Charlie, smoking.

We were infinite

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

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.

He herd that it was some kid's suicide note. I really hope it wasn't because then I don't know if I like the ending

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 thing 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?

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.

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.

And I never felt that good in my life. But I also felt bad because I saw her naked without her permission.

The fact that one of these ladies was my mom made me particularly sad because my mom is beautiful. And she's always on a diet. Sometimes, my dad calls her beautiful, but she cannot hear him.

I'm not a bulimic, I'm a bulimist, I love bulimia.

I read the book again that night because I knew that if I didn't, I would probably start crying again.

But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things.

Dear Friend,
I'm sorry I haven't written to you in a couple of weeks, but I have been trying to 'participate' like Bill said.

Especially since I know that if they went to another school, the person who had their heart broken would have had their heart broken by somebody else, so why does it have to be so personal?

He said it was the kind of book you made your own.

This was a different kind of crying

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.

He was "resting his eyes," which means he was sleeping
but didn't want me to change the channel.

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.
-Sam

It's like my very first memory, which I guess is the first time I was aware that I was alive.

Love always, Charlie

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

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.

To tell you the truth, I've just been avoiding everything.

I look at people holdings hands in the hallways, and I try to think how it all works. At the school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to 'their song.' In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guys' jackets, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy.

I've never understood the need people have to dictate morality to other people. I really don't know what it is. I don't know if it's fear or the belief that they know the only right way. Or maybe they see a lot of social ills and social decline, and they really think they have the elixir for it.

I'm going to tell Mom and Dad, you know?"
"No, you're not." God, I couldn't stop laughing.

When my sister thought about it for a second, I think she figured out why she wouldn't tell Mom or Dad. It's like she suddenly remembered where we were and what had just happened and how crazy our whole conversation was considering all that. Then, she started laughing.

And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. And I'm only one person.

the magazine compared him with John Lennon from the Beatles. I told that to Sam later, and she got really mad. She said he was like Jim Morrison if he was like anybody, but really, he isn't like anybody but himself.

He's a wallflower.

It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book. My

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

Bill said I was 'developing' at a rapid pace and gave me a different kind of book as a 'reward'. It's On the Road by Jack Kerouac. I'm now up to about ten cigarettes a day.

I saw other people there. Old men sitting alone. Young girls with blue eye shadow and awkward jaws. Little kids who looked tired. Fathers in nice coats who looked even more tired. Kids working behind counters of the food places who looked like they hadn't had the will to live for hours. The machines kept opening and closing. The people kept giving money and getting their change. And it all felt very unsettlingly to me.

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.

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.

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.

Maybe this is the way things are supposed to be but it doesn't feel right

I don't want to be just another thing mary elizabeth is in charge of

He says when you're smoking a cigarette with someone, and you have a lighter, you should light their cigarette first. But if you have matches, you should light your cigarette first, so you breathe in the 'harmful sulfur' instead of them. He says it's the polite thing to do. He also says it's bad luck to have "three on a match." He heard that from his uncle who fought in Vietnam. Something about how three cigarettes was enough time for the enemy to know where you are. Bob says that when you're alone, and you light a cigarette, and the cigarette is only halfway lit that means someone is thinking about you.

My sister was the one who told me where babies come from. My sister was also the one who laughed when I immediately asked her where babies go to.

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

And I made Aunt Helen a promise to only cry about important things because I would hate to think that crying as much as I do would make crying for Aunt Helen less than it is.

Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun.

Bob says that when you're alone, and you light a cigarette, and the cigarette is only half way lit that means someone is thinking about you.
He also says that when you find a penny, it's only "lucky" if it's heads-up.
He says the best thing to do is find a lucky penny when you're with someone and give the other person goodluck ".

Math has never made any sense to me.

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.