Stephen Chbosky Quotes

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

I feel great! I really mean it. I have to remember this for the next time I’m having a terrible week. Have you ever done that? You feel really bad, and then it goes away, and you don’t know why. I try to remind myself when I feel great like this that there will be another terrible week coming someday, so I should store up as many great details as I can, so during the next terrible week, I can remember those details and believe that I’ll feel great again. It doesn’t work a lot, but I think it’s very important to try.

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.

She also keeps talking about the Billie Holiday record she bought for me. And she says she wants to expose me to all these great things. And to tell you the truth, I don't really want to be exposed to all these great things if it means that I'll have to listen to Mary Elizabeth talk about all the great things she exposed me to all the time. It almost feels like of the three things involved: Mary Elizabeth, me, and the great things, only the first one matters to Mary Elizabeth. I don't understand that. I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.

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

I hate you."I love you."You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have."I'm trying not to be.

Sam looked at me soft. And she hugged me. And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

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

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

What's the point of using words nobody knows or can say comfortably?

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

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.

Then, I started running. And everything was as good as it could be.

If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.

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.

I know I should have been grateful because it was a very nice thing to do. But I wasn't grateful. I wasn't grateful at all. Don't get me wrong. I acted like I was. But I wasn't. To tell you the truth, I was starting to get mad.

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.

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.

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.

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. You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love.

Things change and friends leave and life doesn't stop for anybody

The fights are always the same

I think he was especially happy because I used to kiss this boy in the neighborhood a lot when I wasvery little, and even though the psychiatrist said it was very natural for little boys and girls to explorethings like that, I think my father was afraid anyway. I guess that's natural, but I'm not sure why.

It was hard to listen to her all the time without getting to say anything back