“There I sat, in the wreckage of my apartment, in the wreckage of my life – no love, no prospects, a gnawing… — William Lashner Copy Share Image
The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Staring at the wreckage of the life we could have had, I knew it wasn't about love or Shay or the Searchers… — Andrea Cremer Copy Share Image
