298 Quotes by Elizabeth Wurtzel

I was completely wrapped up in a person who didn’t know me at all, like a claustrophobe who chose to live in a small dark cave, trying to whip the fear.

Our suffering is small compared to our misunderstandings with others, how they fail to give us a break, know what it’s like, judge us fairly, see the world the way we do.

My life’s actually been quite dull; it’s not all that glamorous.

The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death. When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say, But maybe not for seventy or eighty years. And I say, Maybe you, but me, I’m already gone.

It’s like Samson and Delilah: watch your back, because trouble could be the person you’re sleeping with.

I am so tired of the girl in the infirmary, I am so sick of the girl who cries wolf all the time – even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm. Not one of my pleas was ever less than truly urgent because when it’s all in your mind, there always IS a wolf.

I can see that I imagine all kinds of rejection that never happens. I can see that I beg and plead for love that is freely offered because I somehow believe that if I don’t ask for it, everyone will forget about me: I will be a little kid sent off to sleep-away camp whose parents forget to meet her at the bus when she comes back in August. Or else I think people are nice to me only to be nice to me, that they feel sorry for me because I am such a loser- as if anyone could possibly be that generous.

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.

Like, in high school, I was a good student and got straight As. It was very strict and you couldn’t do well there unless you studied very hard, but every time there was any trouble, I was the first person they would be talking to.