What I would do to be Alice climbing through the looking glass, taking one of those pills that makes you 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… — 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
Imagine only knowing that the sun is shining because you feel the ache of its awful heat and not because you know… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I wish I could walk through a picture window and the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I never imagined that the worst thing on earth is that sometimes wishes come true. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Everyday that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible, getting covered over more thickly with darkness. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I made 'Prozac Nation' necessary reading because I write necessarily. I tell my story because it is about everyone else: in 1993,… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
The most likely person to kill you is your wife, but that probably won't happen. What probably will happen is a million… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“Jesus, I wondered, what do you do with pain so bad it has no redeeming value? It cannot even be alchemized into… — 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
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
No one who had never been depressed like me could imagine that the pain could get so bad that death became a… — 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
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
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
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
