They can give you all the pills on earth and do whatever - and you're still yourself. — 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
I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips,… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
When things get unbearable, I wrap myself into a tight ball and shut my eyes. Every muscle in my body is tense.… — 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
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
The measure of our mindfulness, the touchstone for sanity in this society, is our level of productivity, our attention to responsibility, our… — 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
