Stephen Chbosky Quotations | Page 3

How about your favorite book?" "This Side of Paradise by From. Scott Fitzgerald." "Why?" "Because it was the last one I read." This made them laugh because they knew I meant it honest, not show-off. Then they told me their favorites, and we sat quiet.

Regardless, I decided to never take LSD again.

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 on top of that.

I don't know the significance of this, but I find it very interesting.

When I was done reading the poem, everyone was quiet. A very sad quiet. But the amazing thing was that it wasn’t a bad sad at all. It was just something that made everyone look around at each other and know that they were there. Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that’s all you can ever ask from a friend.

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

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

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.

You should tell her how nice her outfit is because her outfit is her choice whereas her face isn't.

Harold and Maude' was a seminal movie for me because it's not only a beautiful love story, but it's also about the moment when misfits find each other.

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

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

Why do I and everyone I love pick people who treat us like we're nothing"; - "We accept the love we think we deserve,

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.

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

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.

Some kids look at me strange in the hallways because I don't decorate my locker,...

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

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

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

It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.

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

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

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

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.

I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. I was in the middle. I don't remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I just remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere

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

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

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.

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

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.

I’m so sorry that I wasted your time because you really do mean a lot to me and I hope you have a very nice life because I really think you deserve it. I really do. I hope you do, too. Okay, then. Goodbye.

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.

And later that night to be with my family at dinnertime and have things just be like they always were. That was the amazing part. Things just keep going. We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.

You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?

Why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't even really know me?

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 feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

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.

What's your favorite book? "The last one I read.

Part of the reason I wrote the book was I wanted to understand for myself why such good people let themselves get treated so badly.

I wonder what it will be like when I leave this place.

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

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?

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

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.

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.

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.

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

Writing a novel is a lot like directing a movie because you are creating a world and a tone, you are creating a large canvas and all the details.

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.

I'm going to be who I really am. I'm going to figure out what this is.

Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.

That was always my hope that that is exactly what I would do. It was always part of the dream of this story - to write the novel and then direct the movie.

Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.

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

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.

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.

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.

The perfect song on the perfect drive to make you feel infinite.

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.

Writing screenplays is incredibly hard. I can't call it joy. Writing Novels? Joy. Directing? Joy. Writing Screenplays? That's where you pay all your dues.

This moment will just be another story someday.

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

To tell you the truth I love Sam. It's not a movie kind of love either. I just look at her sometimes and I think she is the prettiest and nicest person in the whole world.

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.

So, I guess we are who we are for alot 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. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

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