Quotessence
Home / Authors / Elizabeth Wurtzel
Elizabeth Wurtzel

Elizabeth Wurtzel Quotes

Writer

Filter quotes by topic

AllProzac NationProzacDepressionIfsFeelsPeopleKnowsI CanLiteratureWantElizabeth WurtzelThinkingWayHeartSeemsAddiction Ed ParallelsFeelingsLittlesLoveMind

Famous Elizabeth Wurtzel Quotes

“Whenever I talk to anyone I care about, I am always seeking approval. There is always a pleading lilt in my voice that demands love. Even the people I work with, the ones I am supposed to have a professional relationship with, all business, get pulled into my need. I can't help it. I want to be adored.”

PeopleWantNeedsI CanHelpingCareVoiceDemandSeekingApprovalI CarePleadingProfessional Relationships
Book:More, Now, Again: A Memoir of Addiction
Create image

“And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.”

KnowsNeedsFeelsHeartI CanHappensTurnsBrainMy FriendsNeed LoveProzacNonverbalProzac Nation
Book:Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America
Create image

“Some friends don't understand this. They don't understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you're wonderful just the way you are. They don't understand that I can't remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.”

IfsWayWantI CanRememberMovingLyingFallFunDifficultSupportWonderfulLove YouCryBedDepressionMy FriendsDesperateFalling ApartSay I Love YouSupport YouProzac NationPeople With DepressionFeeling Depressed
Author:Elizabeth Wurtzel
Create 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 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.”

PeopleIfsThinkingFeelsBelieveKindLittlesI CanHappensKidsAsksParentSleepForgetNiceImagineSorryAll KindsGenerousRejectionLoserBusCampsBeing NiceLittle KidAugustForget About Me
Book:More, Now, Again: A Memoir of Addiction
Create image

“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.”

KnowsMenFeelsFirstsI CanEndsSometimesMomentsHappensGuyFallJesusChristHoursLossWalksFourHappeningsPicksJesus ChristStandingTwentiesOur RelationshipMournCrossroadsBereft
Author:Elizabeth Wurtzel
Create image

“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.”

ThinkingYearsLooksI CanSeemsGoneFinalsSeventiesEightyPointlessDemiseShortnessAlready GoneShortness Of Life
Book:Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America
Create image

“You’re going to leave me, aren’t you? … You’ve had enough of me, haven’t you? You’re probably so tired of all this crying and all these moods, and I’ve got to tell you, so am I. So am I. Sometimes it seems like my mind has a mind of its own, like I just get hysterical, like it’s something I can’t control at all. And I don’t know what to do, and I feel so sorry for you because you don’t know what to do either. And I’m sure you’re going to leave me now.”

KnowsFeelsMindI CanSometimesEnoughSeemsHavensCryTiredSorryMoodBroken HeartLeaving MeHad EnoughHysterical
Author:Elizabeth Wurtzel
Create image