Elizabeth Wurtzel Quotes

I can't drown my demons. They know how to swim.

We've got to laugh or break our hearts in this damnable world.

Without comedy as a defense mechanism I wouldn't be able to survive.

Humor does not rescue us from unhappiness, but enables us to move back from it a little.

To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain, and play with it!

People always say time heals. Time doesn't necessarily heal anything. It allows you to manage things. There are occasions where you feel the pain as if it just happened, but you know that it's a fleeting moment.

If I can make myself laugh about something that I should be crying about, that's pretty good.

I had a lot of frustrations, and I was drinking far too much, and I was just trying to survive and this is what came out of it.

I never would have made it if I could not have laughed. It lifted me momentarily out of this horrible situation, just enough to make it livable.

Hope is such a tenuous quality. To feel it and then to be denied what one most longs for ... Better, surely, not to hope at all, than to open the heart to a hope that is impossible.

There was a point that I stopped crying. It's not just because I didn't feel pain anymore, not because I didn't feel sorrow. It was just to keep going. I mean, it just was to survive, to live.

I cling to depression, thinking it a form of truth.

Dancers dance through their pain I shrink from mine.

You have good days and bad days, and depression's something that, you know, is always with you.

The pain doesn't go away. You just make room for it.

Inside I'm treading waters steady tryna swim ashore.

It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower

Sometimes when we get our ass kicked and we're down, sometimes we stay down, and sometimes we get depressed and sometimes we don't know how to handle it, and sometimes we don't know what's going on, and sometimes we feel like it's not worth going on.

It's okay not to be okay... Sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart but tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising, there's nothing wrong with who you are.

The heart less bounding at emotion new, The hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.

I wanted to curl up into a fetal position and start sucking my thumb, let my tears and dripping saliva pool under me. Sorry. I tried living, tried being sentient. Can't do it. Can't live in the same universe with that.

I grew up in a sad, depressed place. I got out. Poetry saved my life.

The hardest thing you can do is smile when you are ill, in pain, or depressed. But this no-cost remedy is a necessary first half-step if you are to start on the road to recovery.

The reality, certainly in my life, is that we all have love stories that go terribly wrong; we all have horribly broken hearts. And somehow we endure. We're not destroyed by it.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.