Perks To Being A Wallflower Quotes Novels & Stories

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela

"For desiring to be always at the top." "I wanted the best, yet I couldn't pay for the cost. Even after all those hard work." I took another shot and turned my head to the side. My eyes wandered around the empty streets as I tried to silence my thoughts. "That âsshole..." Percy whispered something but, I did not catch it. "Not everyone is fucking stupid like him. Katalina, you can be the best and still have flaws. Whatever you think you lack, it doesn't make you anything less than enough."

"But...but why does someone as cool and popular and...uh insanely goodlooking as you even like me? I’m not confident or funny, or even brave half the time. I’m... boring. Ordinary. I can hardly stand up for myself." He smiled, that slow, crooked smile that always made my stomach flip. "You’re not boring, Atlas. You’re real and you think before you speak. You notice things others don’t. You care about people even when they don’t deserve it. You have this way of making everything feel calmer, like the world slows down when you talk." I blinked, my face burning so hot I swore the ferris wheel lights might be reflecting off me. "You’re just saying that."

The mocking glint in his eyes, as he looked at me now, said it all. "Victoria, I suggest you stop before you embarrass yourself any further." A wave of exhaustion swept over me, seeping into my very core. There was a saying: “Once a flower wilts, it’s gone forever. Even if it blooms again, it’s never the same.” People were no different. I turned to leave. Clang. The sound of Julian’s wine glass shattering on the floor stopped me in my tracks. "Victoria, think carefully. Once you walk out of here, who would want you? Who would dare take you?"

Third period’s looming, and I’m already bracing for the worst. The hallway’s a zoo, same as every Monday. Jocks high-five over some weekend touchdown, cheerleaders trade gossip by the lockers, and I weave through it all, hoodie pulled low. Maya Delgado, my best friend, calls me a “professional wallflower,” which stings less than it should. I like my quiet life—books, sketchpads, and avoiding drama. But this hum? It’s throwing me off, making my heart skitter like I’m running late, even though I’m not.

I continued, finding my rhythm, "is that they bloom even after they've been cut down. Even after people think they're finished." I could see people leaning forward and paying attention. "Sometimes the most beautiful flowers grow from the most challenging soil." My voice grew stronger as I spoke from the heart. "If I had the honor of representing Lilies, I wouldn't promise you perfection. I'd promise you authenticity. I'd promise you the courage to embrace second chances, to believe that your story isn't over just because someone else wrote you off." The room was completely silent now. "Because that's what real luxury is," I finished. "Not being untouchable... being unbreakable."

I can’t find the right words as I have a sort of mental breakdown. “They’re pretty fucking rich, huh? It’s overwhelming, but don’t let it get to you. These people hide behind the luscious garden and fancy fountains. We’re different, but at the end of the day, we’re all pretty fucked up one way or another. There’s a reason the quote ‘fake it ‘til you make it’ became so popular, and it’s not just because of our demographic. Even they have to fake it, too. So don’t sweat it, girly. Chin up, take some shots, and flaunt that ass your mama gave you.” Wise words by Naya Jones, everybody.

I should not build my wall between them because we don't know what might happen tomorrow. I may feel like I have the worst flaws, and think that I could never get over it but I'm wrong. Because no matter how flawed you are, if a person really loves you, you'll be the prettiest in his eyes. And all that flaws would be your perfect accessories to wear, because you're not you without it. I became who I am today because of my past, and I will not fight it anymore.

Alyssa had always been like that. She would be completely focused on an object of her interest and fall into a world of her own. Suddenly, it occurred to her that Jameson was waiting for her. She quickly spun around to find him patiently standing on the side, this time with a straw basket in his hand filled with pink roses that carried an understated beauty. The breathtaking charm of the flowers reminded her of a quote from Wislawa Szymborska, which said, "Only a rose blooms as a rose, no one else."

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END