“I have not healed so much as learned to sit still and wait while pain does its dancing work, trying not to panic or twist in ways that make the blades tear deeper, finally infecting the wounds.” — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“When you die, there’s that much less breath to the world, and across continents someone supposedly separate gasps for air. When Marie, Joseph, peter,… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“When I was a girl I loved fevers and flus and the muzzy feeling of a head cold, all these states carrying with them… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“Why doesn't passionate love last? how is it possible to see a person as beautiful on Monday, and 364 days later, on another Monday,… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“... instead of spelling stories you spread silence, which was outside the alphabet.” — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“Finally the dawn came, the sky fringed with pink, and the sun bright as a coin in a spill of rising red.” — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“How do you describe emptiness? Is it the air inside a bubble, the darkness in a pocket, snow? I think, yes, I was six… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
Everyone knows that a lot of memoirs have made-up scenes; it's obvious. And everyone knows that half the time at least fictions contain literal… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
Are psychiatric crises so overwhelming to the mind that they inhibit the presence of ethics? Is depression at root an amoral phenomenon, its focus… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“I had lived my life by these kinds of banners, only now, searching the sentence, I found little in it that resonated deep in… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
Much has been said about the meanings we make of illness, but what about the meanings we make out of cure? Cure is complex,… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“I believe my strength has something to do with memory, with that concept of fluid time. For while I recall with clarity the terror… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“I couldn’t reach her. I was never able to reach her. Maybe she moved at a pace too fast. Maybe she was too sad.… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“They cleared swiftly, dramatically, like a stage set or a movie; we went from black to stunning blue, the day emerging at once wet… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
Depression is a death within, a knowledge - terrifying - that you cannot resurrect yourself. Depression is loss of the vision that lets leaves… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
I was born from nothing and to nothing I will return. And yet, when i say the word nothing, when i admit, at last,… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
