Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse.

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

Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way.

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

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

And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.

My dad said I did the right thing. I hope I did, but it's hard to tell sometimes.

There are rules you follow here not because you want to, but because you have to.

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

I'm only being cute here. I don't really mean it. I just wanted to make you smile.

Sometimes, I think Bill forgets that I am sixteen. But I am very happy that he does.

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

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

Do you think if people knew how crazy you really were, no one would ever talk to you?

It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.

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

It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.

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

I didn't know that other people thought things about me. I didn't know that they looked.

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

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

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.

I just don't want you to worry about me, or think you've met me, or waste your time anymore.

Have you ever done that? You feel really bad, and then it goes away, and you don’t know why.

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

We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough

Craig said the problem with things is that everyone is always comparing everyone with everyone

So I started shoveling Bob's driveway, which is a strange thing to do at a New Years Eve Party

Love pats are soft punches of encouragement that are admistered on the knee, shoulder, and arm.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes. And to have french fries with your mom be enough.

To kill a mockingbird. If you haven't read it, I think you should because it is very interesting.

If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

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

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

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

I couldn't believe Sam actually got me a present because i honestly thought the "I love you" was it.

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

Do you always think this much? It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.

I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.

I just laid around in my bed, looking at the ceiling, and i smiled because it was a nice kind of quiet.

The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.

After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.

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

I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.

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

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

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

But right now I’m here with you. And I want to know where you are, what you need, and what you want to do.

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