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
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
The desire to be seen as superior and singular- and, conversely, but similarly, inferior and individual, is a big topic...They have a… — 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
The voices in my head, which I used to think were just passing through, seem to have taken up residence. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death. When I look… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Banned! My eyes light up, I think I see stars. Anything that has been banned by anyone must be something I’d like. — 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
People who think that Sylvia Plath was a poor, sensitive poet are not getting that she had great amounts of ambition and… — 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
