Stephen Chbosky Quotes (135 Quotes)

I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it because they don't involve a ball.

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

I wonder what my speech would be.

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

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

I don't want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can't think again. Not ever again.

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 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 spent all night working on it, and I hope Patrick likes it as much as I do. Especially the second side. I hope it's the kind of second side that he can listen to whenever he drives alone and feel like he belongs to something whenever he's sad. I hope it can be that for him.

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.

There are other people who have it a lot worse

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

Regardless, I decided to never take LSD again.

When the police came, they found my brother asleep on the roof. Nobody knows how he got there.

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

It's much easier not to know things sometimes.

The fights are always the same

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.

Maybe this are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it...

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 would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.

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

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.

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.

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.

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 walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. 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 due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.

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.

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