Цитаты из книги «Хорошо быть тихоней», страница 2
- Ты всегда так много размышляешь, Чарли?
- Разве это плохо? - Я просто хотел, чтобы хоть кто-нибудь сказал мне правду.
- Само по себе - неплохо. Просто люди зачастую уходят в свои мысли, чтобы не погружаться в жизнь.
- Это плохо?
- Это плохо.
Мы, я считаю, становимся такими, как есть, в силу множества причин. И вероятно, большую часть из них никогда не узнаем. Но если не в нашей власти выбирать, откуда мы пришли, то уж куда двигаться, мы выбираем сами. Мы в любом случае способны на многое. И можем постараться смотреть на вещи позитивно.
“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
Мне просто нужно знать, что кто-то там слушает и понимает, и не пытается переспать с человеком, даже если у него есть такая возможность. Мне нужно знать, что такие люди существуют.
Каждому нужна мама. И мама знает это. И это даёт ей чувство цели.
Здорово, что ты умеешь слушать и подставить своё плечо, но что, если кому-то не нужно плечо? Что, если кому-то нужна рука или что-то вроде этого? Ты не можешь просто сидеть, поставив чью-то жизнь превыше своей, и думать, что это означает любовь. Не можешь. Ты должен действовать.
Учитель задал нам прочитать лишь несколько глав к следующему уроку, но я не понимаю, как так можно читать книги. Я уже дошел до середины.
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 let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair
And his father and mother 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 wrists
and he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.
Не знаю, хорошо это или плохо. Не знаю, что лучше: чтобы твои дели были счастливы или чтобы окончили колледж. Не знаю, что лучше: быть своей дочке другом или согнуть её в бараний рог, чтобы только ей жилось легче, чем тебе. Не знаю - и всё тут.
Есть хорошие новости, но есть и плохие. Опять же, не понимаю, почему только так и бывает.
