Cheryl Strayed Quotes

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.

I am desperate and vulnerable. ... I am always terrified.... Beauty can sometimes be so very troublesome.

Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?

When I woke the next morning in my room at White's Motel, I showered and stood naked in front of the mirror, watching myself solemnly brush my teeth. I tried to feel something like excitement but came up only with a morose unease. Every now and then I could see myself-truly see myself-and a sentence would come to me, thundering like a god into my head, and as I saw myself then in front of that tarnished mirror what came was 'the woman with the hole in her heart'. That was me.

Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.

Elaine is just in pain. I think Elaine has become very, very sad woman. She is someone who is in deep need of many hours of analysis and I like to think that I'm not that type of person.

I don't like bad feelings gnawing away at me.

Every faculty and virtue I possess can be used as an instrument with which to worry myself.

I'm tortured because I care.

It's really hard to watch yourself.

The operation left me very emotional. I cry a lot anyway. I've always been the type to feel hurt easily, but now I hit rock bottom.

I'm acutely aware of my anxiety.

Even now, as I write this, I can still feel that tightness. And I want you to feel it--the wind coming off the river, the waves, the silence, the wooded frontier. You're at the bow of a boat on the Rainy River. You're twenty-one years old, you're scared, and there's a hard squeezing pressure in your chest. What would you do? Would you jump? Would you feel pity for yourself? Would you think about your family and your childhood and your dreams and all you're leaving behind? Would it hurt? Would it feel like dying? Would you cry, as I did?

I feel like dying when I'm helpless

Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.

I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.

But happiness is brittle, and if men and circumstances don't destroy it, it is threatened by ghosts.

Worry itself is one of the most painful conditions.

Anxiety is the poison of human life; the parent of many sins and of more miseries.

One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.

I must do something or I shall wear my heart away.

I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!" "You do care," said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.

It will be as if I'd never existed. The words ran through my head, lacking the perfect clarity of my hallucination last night. They were just words, soundless, like print on a page. Just words, but they ripped the hole wide open, and I stomped on the brake, knowing I should not drive while this incapacitated. I curled over, pressing my face against the steering wheel and trying to breathe without lungs.