Elizabeth Wurtzel Quotes

I feel more at home knowing I'm not really at home. It takes all the pressure off you trying to fit in!

I want to 'normalise' myself. I would love to have a family.

Unending joy is actually closer to us than our own skin, and there is nothing we have to do or get or be to experience it. All we have to do is stop driving it away.

Two years long have I sought a home; here I have found it; here I remain.

My main theme as a songwriter seems to be a feeling of homelessness, of being in motion. The feeling of being somehow unmoored, a radical internal freedom that is very painful and also joyful.

The world of dance is where I felt accepted as a human being.

Silence is a way of saying: we do not have to entertain each other; we are okay as we are.

The great stillness in these landscapes that once made me restless seeps into me day by day, and with it the unreasonable feeling that I have found what I was searching for without ever having discovered what it was.

Longing, felt fully, carries us to belonging.

And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.

As the acceptance of democracy brings a certain life-giving power, so it has its own sanctions and comforts. Perhaps the most obvious one is the curious sense which comes to us from time to time, that we belong to the whole, that a certain basic well being can never be taken away from us whatever the turn of fortune.

You belong wherever you want to belong.

I never do enjoy my breaks, long or short...I look forward to them intensely, but as soon as they begin, I can feel them starting to end. I feel the temporariness of my freedom, and find it hard to concentrate on anything other than the sensation of it trickling away.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

I stopped feeling like I didn't belong anywhere, and realized that I actually belonged anywhere I wanted to be.

I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.

I don't think I've ever really had a home before, not until I met you.

Food from the platter / Water from the rain / The subject and the matter / I'm going home again / Can't sell a leaf to a tree / Nor the wind to the atmosphere / I know where I am meant to be / And I can't be satisfied here

The thing I am most aware of is my limits. And this is natural; for I never, or almost never, occupy the middle of my cage; my whole being surges toward the bars.

Just keep coming home to yourself, you are the one who you've been waiting for.

Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn.

I'd finally come to understand what it had been: a yearning for a way out, when actually what I had wanted to find was a way in.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

I'm lonely and I'm still kind of searching for someone I can have a real connection with.

Most vagabonds i knowed don't ever want to find the culprit that remains the object of their long relentless quest. The obsession's in the chasing and not the apprehending, the pursuit you see and never the arrest" - Tom Waits "Foreign Affairs