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
Just as our parents quieted us when we were noisy by putting us in front of the television set, maybe we're now… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“By the time the sixties hit their home bases, we the kids, were already born, and our parents found themselves stuck between… — 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
As someone very sagely said during the parricide trials of the Menendez Brothers: anytime your kids kill you, you are at least… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, as long as those who are around make their presence a good… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“After a while, meaning and implication detach themselves from everything. One can be a father and assume no obligations, it follows that… — 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
