Perks Quotes

In a city of fools
I was careful and cool
but they tore me apart like a 
h u r r i c a n e

Charlie's Last Letter

I
don't know if I will have the time to write anymore letters
becau
se I might be too busy trying to participate.
So if
this does end up being the last letter,
I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school
and you helped me.

Even if you didn't know what I was talking about
or
know someone who's gone through it.
You made me not feel alone.

Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen.
An
d there are people who forget what it's like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen.
A
nd know these will all be stories someday
and
our pictures will become old photographs
and
we'll all become somebody's mom or dad.
But
right now these moments are not stories.

T
his 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,
yo
u are alive.
A
nd you stand up and see the lights on buildings
and everything that makes you wonder,
wh
en you were listening to that song
on
that drive with the people you love most in this world.

A
nd in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.
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I would die for you. 
But I won't live for you.
 

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You always perks my day.






“There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like
a sore stomach for the right reasons.”
Stephen Chbosky,The Perks Of Being A Wallflower





 







"When are you going to do something 
out of your shell? I've felt infinity, and 
I want you to feel it too."
This was said to me last night




Does anybody else ever think about the beauty of last lines in books? I mean, after hundreds of pages, that single one line is basically, a sum up, and the clearest thing in your mind after finishing. For me, its the most important line, the part that must be hardest because it seals the end of a book that could be so important to a person. 'I do, August, I do,' or 'I am haunted by humans,' or something about starting to live instead of just participating or feeling infinite or finally having to let go of someone's hand and pose for the cameras. Finishing a book without a spectacular last line would be like sitting alone at a cafe with a cold coffee in front of you. It could all just come down to being so pointless, like loving someone who would never love you back.




“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint

And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.”
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.

- The perks of being a wallflower

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