Elizabeth Wurtzel Quotes

Some people are better imagined in one's bed than found there in the morning.

When you fall in love, and you're very young, you think that that's the love of your life. And maybe it is, but it usually doesn't turn out that way.

... I never will allow myself to form an ideal of any person I desire to see, for disappointment never fails to ensue.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty four hours.

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

Let the thick curtain fall;I better know than allHow little I have gained,How vast the unattained.

Don't Fall in Love with a Dreamer

Even if you find him. Even if he didn’t leave you on purpose, he can’t possibly live up to the person you’ve built him into.

As long as we love, we lend to the beloved object qualities of mind and heart which we deprive him of when the day of misunderstanding arrives.

An element of fantasy is needed when falling in love and I was unable to find the fantasy element with any of the male gender

I wasn't certain of anything anymore, except that New Orleans was a faithless friend and I wanted to leave her.

Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall? When you realize, you just can't have it all.

It doesn't sound so far-fetched, right? When two people love each other? While a part of me still wants to believe it's possible, I know it's not going to happen

He was suffering from the loss of an illusion.

Perhaps the easiest people to fall in love with are those about whom we know nothing. Romances are never as pure as those we imagine during long train journeys, as we secretly contemplate a beautiful person who is gazing out of the window – a perfect love story interrupted only when the beloved looks back into the carriage and starts up a dull conversation about the excessive price of the on-board sandwiches with a neighbour or blows her nose aggressively into a handkerchief.

Love with someone else, an actual person, was another matter. People got hurt doing that. People cried and wrapped their arms around themselves and rocked with loss. Loving words got turned to fierce, sharp, whip-cracks of anger that lefft permanent marks. At the least, it disappointed you. At most, it damaged you.

All the little emptiness of love!

Not like a heart, which let people in without permission, held them in a special place she never had any say in and then yearned for them to remain there longer than they planned.

I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.

The more enchanted the idyll, greater must be the pain of its ending.

I held my heart back from positively accepting anything, since I was afraid of another fall, and in this condition of suspense I was being all the more killed.

I think hope is the worst thing in the world. I really do. It makes a fool of you while it lasts. And then when it's gone, it's like there's nothing left of you at all . . . except what you can't be rid of.

We're always disappointed when we find out someone else has human limits, the same as we do. It's stupid for us to feel that way, and we really ought to know better, but that doesn't seem to slow us down.