No more pencils
No more books
No more teachers’ dirty looks
When the teacher rings the bell
Drop your books and run like hell
I wonder what my aunt Rebecca says in the car on the way home. I wonder what her children think. I wonder if they talk about us. I wonder if they look at my family and wonder who has a chance to make it. I bet they do.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I’m sorry that I wasted your time because you really do mean a lot to me and I hope you have a very nice life because I really think you deserve it. I really do. I hope you do, too. Okay, then. Goodbye.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
All I hope is that tonight is great for the people whom it’s supposed to be great for.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I swear to you, I thought my relatives would never leave. Every story they told. Every pig in a blanket they ate. Every photograph they looked at, and every time I heard “when you were this high” with the appropriate measure. It was like the clock stopped. It’s not that I minded the stories because I didn’t. And the pigs in blankets were quite good. But I wanted to see Sam.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Little kids talk about the strangest things. They really do.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
And we were talking about things that seemed important at the time. And we were looking up that hill. And then Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun. Then, I started running. And everything was as good as it could be.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I looked at them, and they looked really happy together. A good kind of happy.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
We both hoped he gave her a “soft” version of the truth. Enough to make her stay away. But not enough to make her doubt everything about everything. Maybe it’s better to know the whole truth. I honestly don’t know.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
But mostly, I was crying because I was suddenly very aware of the fact that it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.
— The Perks of Being a WallflowerÂ
Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Because it’s okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
This one kid with crooked teeth named Leonard called me a “teacher’s pet” in the hallway after Bill’s class, but I didn’t mind because I think he missed the point somewhere.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
