I’ve been looking for a feeling like that everywhere I go. I’ve been waiting for someone to see all the good in… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“And then, if I die anytime soon, at least they'll be able to say that I led a productive life and did… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
What little faith I had just died, and now its taking me under with it. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“Forget about the scant hours in her brief life when Sylvia Plath was able to produce the works in Ariel. Forget about… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I know if I were dead, I would be all spirit and no body, so I prey for my own death. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“But happiness is a difficult thing-it is, as Aristotle posited in The Nicomachean Ethics, an activity, is is about good social behavior,… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Depression is a lot like that: slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
My life's actually been quite dull; it's not all that glamorous. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Pain or not, I would most likely walk around in a suicidal reverie the rest of my life, never actually doing anything… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
The brief relief of seeing other people when I leave my room turns into a desperate need to be alone, and then… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Iv invented a monster and now its overtaking me. This is what iv come to and this is what I will be… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
The shortness of life, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
What do you do with pain so bad, that is has no redeeming value? — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
How could I expose other people to my person, to this bane to the world? Am I one big mistake? — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“That's the problem with reality, that's the fallacy of therapy: It assumes that you will have a series of revelations, or even… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“If I were another person, I go on, I wouldn’t want to deal with me, I don’t want to deal with me,… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
People talk about the way disembodied spirits roam the world with no place to park themselves, but all I can think is… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
We are all born fallen, and there is nothing we can do to overcome the original sin! — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Belief is a good thing in principle, but an annoying thing in human beings. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I can see that I imagine all kinds of rejection that never happens. I can see that I beg and plead for love that… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“...if you ask anyone in the throes of depression how he got there, to pin down the turning point, he'll never know. There is… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Its the people you are close to, the ones who love you, the ones who have seen your heart, who have touched your soul… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
if only my whole life could be words and music, if only everything else could slip away. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
What I would do to be Alice climbing through the looking glass, taking one of those pills that makes you small ... so small.… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Divorce has taught us how to sleep with friends, sleep with enemies, and then act like its all perfectly normal in the morning. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Just as our parents quieted us when we were noisy by putting us in front of the television set, maybe we're now learning to… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I am sick of the girl who cries 'wolf' all the time. Even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I'm lost in a loneliness that feels like forever ... like a solitude that never goes away. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
