Perks To Being A Wallflower Quotes Novels & Stories

"Almost eighteen, so you've got a way to go, chick. You're perfect just the way you are, Kels. Don't compare yourself to others. There's a quote that says comparison is the thief of joy. If you spend your whole life wondering why you don't look like someone else, you're going to miss out on a lot of good times. Trust me, I did." It looks like Kelsea is taking her words to heart, and I'm so happy Ruby is here with me to help me through this process. I wouldn't have known what to say if it had just been the two of us, and right now I'm thanking my lucky stars she's with us. Reaching over, I grip her hand in mine. "Thank you," I whisper. She grins over at me. "Believe it or not, I've been throu

Not just behind closed doors—but right in front of me, as though I’d vanished into the background of my own story. They’d nod at Alex when he walked by, eyes full of awe, voices soft with admiration. “Some people are just born to shine,” they’d say. “That’s what happens when you mix brains with grace.” “Even with all that success, look how grounded he is.” And I’d stand there, smiling like it didn’t matter. Like their words didn’t hit some tender part of me I tried hard to ignore. What they didn’t know—what no one ever seemed to notice—was that I’d been trying too.

I don’t fall for names whispered in gossip circles like some foolish girl with stars in her eyes. And yet— My feet stay rooted, unwilling to move as their chatter continues to flood the air. “She’s so lucky,” another woman gushes. “To be born and have men like that competing for her. A perfect life.” “Her life is perfect, truly,” someone sighs. “And now she gets to be queen.” Me? Queen? I almost laugh. “She should be celebrating,” someone insists. “If men were lining up to marry me, I’d be ecstatic.”

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.”

Waiting. “In my world, most people aren’t really listening. They talk to the version of me they think they want. The last name. The bank account. The reputation. Not me.” I glanced down, my fingers tightening around the glass. Keep going. Don’t back out now. “Sometimes I wonder what it’s like... to be seen without all that.” A memory cut in fast. Last week. Charity gala. The woman with the perfect dress and too-bright smile. Her eyes had skipped right past mine, zeroing in on the Rolex.

he replied and my shoulders sunk. "You know , I have a best friend and she's just like you although not as tough at you" he said and I smiled. "I say it to her all the time also " he added. "Well then , she's lucky to have you " I said but he just murmured something ni couldn't hear. "One more thing , try to break down the wall you've built around you " "Just the few minutes we've talked for , I can see that you're an amazing person , let other people see that too"

Rosaline's POV I shot down a glass of punch that has obviously been spiked given how I was suddenly feeling a chill in my body Pushing the glass away, I grabbed my phone, staring at the phone, particularly at the comments people had written Someone had videod a part of my burst out and labelled it “ When the queen crashed out” I groaned, a hiccup forcing itself through my throat “So much for being perfect” I mumbled quietly to myself “Drinking alone is the most pathetic thing ever, you know that right?”

"With time, Tim, you need to let someone in. You need to let someone break this wall you’ve built around you. It’s starting to look like a fortress." Tim glanced at her, his expression softening despite himself. "But I let you in, didn't I? Besides, I have quite a few acquaintances—business and friends alike, and you know that. So what’s with this 'wall' you’re talking about?" Jacqueline let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "C'mon, Tim. You know exactly what I mean. I mean romantically. I mean someone who sees the man, not the brand." She stepped closer, her smirk returning. "Heaven knows, if you weren't gayer than a glitter cannon during Pride, I would have pinned you to this very wall and shower

I was still doubtful about going but decided to go anyway. When we arrived at the venue, I wasn’t sure if it was something to be sad about, but this was the first time I was hanging out with people and other wolves besides those in school or at pack meetings. Prior to being here, I didn’t think it was something to be so self-aware about, but right now, being in the presence of others and watching Lyla navigate her way through the crowd, I started to wonder if being a wallflower was worth the hassle. It guaranteed silence and peace of mind to a considerable extent, but on a larger scale, it started to seem like the perks were not worth it.

Alice walked around the room quietly,her footsteps light as she threaded through,imprinting the changes into her mind. She loves it very much and appreciates the effort that comes with it . Quote for this chapter: ‘Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.’_anonymous