Saksı Olmanın Faydaları Kitap Alıntıları – Stephen Chbosky

“Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve.”

“Whatever happened to Charlie?” And I can tell you what happened to Charlie in three words.
He made it.
And so will you.

There are so many more of us than there will ever be of them. And we can find each other. And we can help each other. And we can talk to each other. And we can build great lives. Happiness is not this thing for other people. It is for you. It is for me. It is for all of us. We all get an ending. Whether or not it’s happy is up to us.

And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing “unity.”

“Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve.”

“I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.”

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a
thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or
something like that.

Hak ettiğimizi düşündüğümüz aşkı yaşarız.

Sadece bazen insanlar hayatın içine katılmamak için düşünmeyi tercih ederler.

You see things. You keep quite about them. And you understand.

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Birini önemsiyorsan, onun mutlu olmasını istemelisin. Dışlanmayı bıraksan bile.

“You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.”

Something really is wrong with me. And I don’t know what it is.

“I don’t know. I’m just thinking too fast. Much too fast.”

Bir şeyler hissetmekte ve bu hislerle ilgili olduğun kişi gibi davranmakta sorun yok.

Sen hiç böyle hissettin mi, bilmiyorum. Binlerce yıl uyumak ister gibi. Ya da yalnızca var olmamak. Ya da var olduğunun farkında olmamak. Ya da böyle bir şeyler.

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Birini önemsiyorsan, onun mutlu olmasını istemelisin. Dışarıda kalsan bile.

Herkesin kendince özel olduğunu düşünüyorum. Gerçekten.

Eğer yaşanmakta olana başkaldırıyorsanız ve gençseniz, yaşadığınız her ne olursa olsun serüvendir.

I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.

Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve.

And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

“It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.”

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”

Devletler, kontrollerine aldıkları muhalefet hareketlerini, ayaklanmaları ya da devrimleri, dışında kaldıklarından daha kolay engeller.

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

“There’s nothing like the deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons. It was that great.”

“And she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.”

“Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs.”

Things just keep going. We didn’t talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.

Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

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.

It’s strange the times people choose to be generous.

It’s like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means that you’re happy, too.

I guess what I’m saying is that this all feels very familiar. But it’s not mine to be familiar about. I just know that another kid has felt this. This one time when it’s peaceful outside, and you’re seeing things move, and you don’t want to, and everyone is asleep. And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing “unity.”

It was just something that made everyone look around at each other and know that they were there. Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that’s all you can ever ask from a friend.

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Koridorlarda el ele tutuşan insanlara bakıyorum ve her şeyin nasıl çalıştığını düşünmeye çalışıyorum.

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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it Chops
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it Autumn
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it Innocence: A Question
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it Absolutely Nothing
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

“Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve.”

Layık olduğumuzu sandığımız sevgiyi kabul ediyoruz.

It’s okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.

We are who we are for a lot of reasons.

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Hayatımı yaşamaya çalışmakla ondan kaçmaya çalışmak arasında sıkıştım.

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I don’t know if you ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not to be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.

There is this one photograph of Sam that is just beautiful. It would be impossible to describe how beautiful it is, but I’ll try.
If you listen to the song Asleep, and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you’ve known, and you cry, and the person holds you back, then I think you will see the photograph.

Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing.
And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

I feel infinite.

“Charlie, hak ettiğimizi düşündüğümüz aşkı yaşarız.”

“Birini önemsiyorsanız, onun mutlu olmasını istemelisiniz. Dışarıda kalsan bile.

Sen hiç böyle hissettin mi bilmiyorum. Binlerce yıl uyumak istiyormuşsun gibi. Ya da yalnızca var olmamak. Ya da var olduğunun farkında olmamak

Sen hiç böyle hissettin mi bilmiyorum. Binlerce yıl uyumak istiyormuşsun gibi. Ya da yalnızca var olmamak. Ya da var olduğunun farkında olmamak.

Hayat kimse için durmuyor.

Ben birine aşık olmak istemiyorum. Biri benden hoşlanıyorsa, onların sandıkları gibi değil, gerçek benden hoşlanmalarını istiyorum.

Birisinin omzuna ihtiyacı olmadığında ne olacak? Ya kollara ihtiyaçları varsa?

“Birini önemsiyorsanız, onun mutlu olmasını istemelisiniz. Dışarıda kalsan bile.

Bu an bir gün başka bir hikaye olacak.

Herkesin birbirini nasıl sevdiğini çok merak ediyor ve büyülüyorum, ama kimse birbirini gerçekten sevmiyor.

sanırım olduğumuz kişi olmamızın birçok sebebi var ve belki de bu sebeplerin çoğunu hiç bilemeyeceğiz. Ama nereden geldiğimizi seçemesek de nereye gidebileceğimizi seçebiliriz. Yine de bir şeyler yapabiliriz. Ve yaptıklarımızla ilgili iyi hissedebiliriz.

“Charlie, hak ettiğimizi düşündüğümüz aşkı yaşarız.”

Sonra arkamı dönüp odama doğru yürüdüm, kapıyı kapattım, kafamı yastığa koyup kafamdakileri olmaları gereken yere sakince koydum.

-Neden insanlar hep yanlış insanlarla sevgili olurlar?
+Hakettiğimiz sandığımız aşkı kabul ederiz.

Bir arkadaşım olmaksızın daha ne kadar bir yerlere gitmeyi sürdürebilirim bilmiyorum. Eskiden bunu kolaylıkla yapabiliyordum ama bu bir arkadaşa sahip olmanın nasıl olduğunu bilmeden önceydi. Bazen bir şeyleri bilmemek çok daha kolay.

Nereden geldiğimizi seçemeyiz ama nereye gidebileceğimizi seçebiliriz.