Perks Of Being A Wallflower Book Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

“For the first time I feel like… I matter. And not because of Jackson. Not because people feel sorry for me. But because someone actually likes me. Wants me.” Mariah nudged my shoulder. “You’ve always mattered. The only difference now is that someone you like finally caught up and noticed.” We started walking out toward the student lot, where the fall air smelled like cut grass and cafeteria fries. “Also,” she said, “you’re glowing.” “I am not glowing.” “You’re absolutely glowing.” I elbowed her. “Stop making things up.” “Me? Make things up? Never.” I couldn’t stop smiling. I didn’t want to stop smiling.

Strong-willed. These were some of the adjectives. There was a quote written at the bottom in cursive under inverted commas. “She's alone, but stronger and better than a whole army.” Vera's lips curved up and a deep sense of warmth exploded in her chest. The quote was easy on the eyes but very jarring. And it came from 12 years old girls.

Unapologetically. I slipped out of the studio during lunch and walked the streets of Chelsea, letting the crisp autumn air clear my head. New York moved around me in its endless rhythm—ambitious, beautiful, unforgiving. Much like the marriage I was trying to survive. My phone buzzed again. Temi. **Temi:** Babe, some underground lit account just quoted a passage that sounds exactly like your situation. You okay? I smiled despite the anxiety. Only Temi would notice. **Me:** It’s gaining traction. I’m terrified. But also… empowered. Like I’m finally saying what I couldn’t say out loud.

Everyone else was moving on, talking about kernels and pooling layers, but I stayed frozen, trapped in the shame of my own failure. The professor had moved on too, but I didn't. The voice didn't just crawl into my ears, it lived in my blood. “I'm only saying this because I love you. I'm saving you from the embarrassment. Don't open your mouth in front of these people again. They don't want to hear what you think, they just want to see how you look in those jeans. And you look so delicious, baby.” “You have such a perfect body, why would you waste it trying to be smart? You don't need a brain when you have an ass like that. Just stay quiet, look beautiful.”

“Why would you get that idea?” “I’ve seen the looks. People are looking at you like you are a big deal.” I shrugged. “I don’t know why.” She softly laughed. “I have a feeling you do know. Humility is a good thing.” “I honestly don’t know what you are seeing. I’m standing alone, unbothered. At least, I was alone.” She laughed again. “Prickly. You are not a wallflower, more of a wall cactus.” I couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t know who I was. That was refreshing. “I believe that is an apt description. I’ll take it.”

“She sometimes’s scared, thinking if you’d turn and go straight into the wrong path, but she’s so happy that you’ve got friends like June and Eve. Not to mention the boy.” “She needs you to know that you have to trust in yourself. You’re your own power, your own energy, your own queen. Use these elements to fight off the bad that’s made its way into your life.” “And live...like you’ve always wanted.” At the end, Ms Wallace passed me a smile, just like my mother used to. It was like those words weren’t coming out of Ms Wallace’s mouth, but somehow, my mother’s. Sure, at this point, anyone would have cried their brains out, and I was halfway there too, but I had to choose the right path. I had

"I don't like the idea of other people watching you." I smiled, feeling my heart warm a little more at that statement. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Nobody interrupts us, or even stares, emotional break throughs must happen on a regular basis here. "I want you to see the spectacular person that you are. Because you, my Amelia, are pure magic. You are so kind, so clever, so brave, so loyal and so beautiful. You make others want to be better, you light up other people's days, you put everyone else first even when it hurts you. I want you to know who you are, so you see what everyone else sees, so you feel what everyone else feels" Her voice breaks a little bit in the middle. She's kind of biased in her opinion. Poppy has given me many of these pep talks before, so has Rhode . It's a hard thing for me to see. If I'm so kind, why do people

“You’re perfect. Don’t overthink it. Just have fun.” Olivia’s eyes sparkled, and she beamed at Flora before grabbing her toast off the plate on the kitchen counter. “Thanks, Flora. I feel good about this. I think he’s really into me. I’ll tell you everything when I get back, okay? Wish me luck!”

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆ 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 You ever have one of those moments when you think, finally, the universe has decided to stop using you for target practice? You got the promotion. The boy you’ve been secretly writing Mrs. on your notebook about actually notices you. People stop whispering your name like it’s a side dish at the gossip buffet. And for a second, you think, Wow. Maybe I’m not cursed after all.