#wallflower

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. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#favourite-books #inspirational #sad #soul-searching #wallflower

Standing on the fringes of life offers a unique experience, but there's a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor. ↗

— Chbosky

#coming-of-age #life #the-perks-of-being-a-wallflower #age

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

— Stephen Chbosky

#experience

The good news is that I read the book, and because of its fantasy nature, I could not pretend that I was in the book. That way I could participate and still read. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#reading #wallflower #nature

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

— Stephen Chbosky

#time

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

— Stephen Chbosky

#sad

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

— Stephen Chbosky

#being

Ah, Evie,” she heard him say softly, “I must have a heart, after all…because right now it aches like the devil.” “Only your heart?” she asked ingenuously, making him laugh. He lowered her to the bed, his eyes sparkling wickedly. “Also a few other things,” he conceded. “And as my wife, it’s your duty to ease all my aches. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#evie #heart #jenner #sebastian #vincent

‎... 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. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#parents #perks-of-being-a-wallflower #love

Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#love