Even if I remember the first time perfectly, I don't remember the beginning at all. I mean: the beginning of addiction. It's hard to say when it becomes a problem; it sneaks up on you like a sun shower. Elizabeth Wurtzel More Quotes by Elizabeth Wurtzel More Quotes From Elizabeth Wurtzel In life, single women are the most vulnerable adults. In movies, they are given imaginary power. Elizabeth Wurtzel adults literature life The voices in my head, which I used to think were just passing through, seem to have taken up residence. Elizabeth Wurtzel voice taken thinking It didn’t and doesn’t turn out well. There is no happy ending to the story of sorrow if you are born with a predilection for despair. The world is, after all, a coarse and brutal and cruel place. It’s only a matter of how long you can live with it. Elizabeth Wurtzel despair sorrow long 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 stars eye thinking The biggest problem that women have is being ambivalent about their own power, ... We should be comfortable with the idea of wielding power. We shouldn't feel that it detracts from our femininity. Elizabeth Wurtzel wielding-power problem ideas And it seemed hard to believe that these people who were so close to me couldn’t see how desperate I was, or if they could they didn’t care enough to do anything about it, or if they cared enough to do anything about it they didn’t believe there was anything they could do, not knowing—or not wanting to know—that their belief might have been the thing that made the difference. Elizabeth Wurtzel differences knowing believe I wanted so much to forget the past, but it wouldn't go away, it hung around like an open wound that refused to scar over, an open window that no amount of muscle could shut. Elizabeth Wurtzel scar going-away past I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. Elizabeth Wurtzel brain heart love Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty-four hours of our relationship. I know that this happens, I see it happening, I even feel myself, sometimes, standing at some temporal crossroads, some distinct moment at which I can walk away and keep it from happening, but I never do. I grab at everything, I end up with nothing, and then I feel bereft. I mourn for the loss of something I never even had. Elizabeth Wurtzel loss fall jesus Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty four hours. Elizabeth Wurtzel men fall jesus I need someone to shut off my brain, and turn on my heart. Elizabeth Wurtzel brain heart needs It's like Samson and Delilah: watch your back, because trouble could be the person you're sleeping with. Elizabeth Wurtzel fake-people sleep watches My imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed me. Elizabeth Wurtzel passion imagination people It doesn’t matter how many years go by, how much therapy I embark on, how much I try to achieve that elusive thing known as perspective, which is supposed to put all past wrongs into their rightful and diminished place, that happy place where all the talk is of lessons learned and inner peace. No one will ever understand the potency of my memories, which are so solid and vivid that I don’t need a psychiatrist to tell me they are driving me crazy. My subconscious has not buried them, my superego has not restrained them. They are front and center, they are going on right now. Elizabeth Wurtzel crazy memories past I admire Bruce Springsteen because he's a heroic person who has lots of integrity and has this incredible body of work that is so vital. Elizabeth Wurtzel body work integrity The desire to be seen as superior and singular- and, conversely, but similarly, inferior and individual, is a big topic...They have a term for the syndrome- it is called terminal uniqueness...we all refuse to be part of the crowd, to walk in the middle of the road in the safety of others. We all think were special. But the problem is, as I point out to Dr. Singer all the time, I actually am special. Elizabeth Wurtzel safety special thinking I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me. Elizabeth Wurtzel reflection self mean If you are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep from sinking Elizabeth Wurtzel sinking fighting depression It was just very interesting to me that certain types of women inspire people's imagination, and all of them were very difficult women. Elizabeth Wurtzel imagination people interesting I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good? Elizabeth Wurtzel pain girl love
