I can see that I imagine all kinds of rejection that never happens. I can see that I beg and plead for… — 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… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“I think, quite frankly, that the world simply does not care for the complicated girls, the ones who seem too dark, too… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Sometimes I wish I could walk around with a HANDLE WITH CARE sign stuck to my forehead. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I know I can do so much more than this, I know that I could be a life force, could love with… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was right about that. I loved it because… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Whenever I talk to anyone I care about, I am always seeking approval. There is always a pleading lilt in my voice… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
And what I thought, every time I thought about my father, every time his name came up, was quite simply: I WANT… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
My imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“Just like I didn't dare tell Jack that I was falling in love with him when I was down in Texas, wanting… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“Why do anything-- why wash my hair, why read Moby Dick, why fall in love, why sit through six hours of Nicholas… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
A deeply true, wholly aching account of the dangerous way we live now--LOVE JUNKIE is great fun to read, and finally fully… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I was meant to date the captain of the football team, I was going to be on a romantic excursion every Saturday… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“Experience," which is just a euphemism for heartache and heartbreak, failed love and false promises, for every time you told yourself This… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“We try, we struggle, all the time to find words to express our love. The quality, the quantity, certain that no two… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Love is rather impotent and pitiful: My father must have told me a million times how much he loved me, but that… — 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
