The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Zitate

Heute würde ich euch gerne einen meiner absoluten Lieblingsprotagonisten mit Zitaten näher bringen. Es handelt sich dabei um Charlie aus "The Perks of Being a Wallflower". Charlie ist ein Freshman an der Highschool, der anfangs mit Einsamkeit und Unsicherheit zu kämpfen hat. Später jedoch trifft er Sam und Patrick, die sein Leben in eine völlig neue Richtung lenken. Er wird selbstbewusster und fängt endlich an, richtig zu leben. Seine Erlebnisse schildert er in Briefen an einen Freund. Ich möchte euch heute gerne ein paar Zitate aus diesen Briefen zeigen und hoffe, dass ich den einen oder anderen animieren kann, dieses Buch zu lesen und sich von einem solch wunderbaren Protagonisten verzaubern zu lassen. Ich hoffe es ist okay, dass die Zitate auf Englisch sind. Mir gefallen sie auf Englisch besser, weil mir das Buch im Original einfach besser gefallen hat.


I just think it's bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is. And I think it's bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is through a camera. It's very hard for me to see Sam feel better about herself just because an older boy sees her that way.


I look at the field, and I think about the boy who just made the touchdown. I think that these are the glory days for that boy, and this moment will just be another story someday because all the people who make touchdowns and home runs will become somebody's dad. And when his children look at this yearbook photograph, they will think that their dad was rugged and handsome and looked a lot happier than they are. I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me. 


Last came Sam. I had been thinking about this present for a long time. I think I thought about this present from the first time i really saw her. Not met her or saw her but the first time I really saw her if you know what I mean. There was a card attachted. Inside the card, I told Sam that the present I gave her was given to me by my Aunt Helen. It was an old 45 record that had the Beatles' song "Something". I used to listen to it all the time when I was little and thinking about grown up things. I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and the trees behind it and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn't mean beautiful on the outside. I mean beautiful in all ways. So, I was giving it to Sam.


When I was driving home, I just thought about the word "special". And I thought the last person who said that about me was my Aunt Helen. I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.


But it's like when my doctor told me the story of these two brothers whose dad was a bad alcoholic. One brother grew up to be a succesful carpenter who never drank. The other brother ended up being a drinker as bad as his dad was. When they asked the first brother why he didn't drink, he said after he saw what it did to his father, he could never bring himself to even try it. When they asked the other brother, he said that he guessed he learned how drink on his father's knee. So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

- Stephen Chbosky 


Das sind nur wenige der Zitate, die ich mir markiert habe, aber würde ich wirklich alle aufschreiben, die mir gefallen haben, würde dieser Blogpost wahrscheinlich bis ins Unendliche gehen... Außerdem soll das ja nur ein kleiner Vorgeschmack auf das Wunderbare sein, das euch in diesem Buch erwartet...
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