Elizabeth Wurtzel Quotes About Feelings

Quotes about: Feelings

• That's the thing I want to make clear about depression: It's got nothing at all to do with life. In the course of life, there is sadness and pain and sorrow, all of which, in their right time and season, are normal-unpleasant, but normal. Depression is an altogether different zone because it involves a complete absence: absence of affect, absence of feeling, absence of response, absence of interest. The pain you feel in the course of a major clinical depression is an attempt on nature's part (nature, after all, abhors a vacuum) to fill up the empty space.

  Elizabeth Wurtzel

  Pain, Sadness, Space

  Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.30, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• It is so hard to learn to put sadness in perspective so hard to understand that it is a feeling that comes in degrees, it can be a candle burning gently and harmlessly in your home, or it can be a full-fledged forest fire that destroy almost everything and is controlled by almost nothing. It can also be so much in-between

  Elizabeth Wurtzel

  Depression, Home, Sadness

  Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.306, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.

  Elizabeth Wurtzel

  Feelings, Prozac Nation, Prozac

  Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.12, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Jesus, I wondered, what do you do with pain so bad it has no redeeming value? It cannot even be alchemized into art, into words, into something you can chalk up to an interesting experience because the pain itself, its intensity, is so great that it has woven itself into your system so deeply that there is no way to objectify or push it outside or find its beauty within. That is the pain I’m feeling now. Its so bad, its useless. The only lesson I will ever derive from this pain is how bad pain can be.

  Elizabeth Wurtzel

  Jesus, Art, Pain

  Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.231, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• I sit there in my bed staring at the wall, feeling happy, enjoying the way the wall looks, how pink and how white it is. Pink and white, as far as I’m concerned, have never looked quite so pink and white before.

  Elizabeth Wurtzel

  Wall, White, Feelings

  Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.215, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• I’ve been looking for a feeling like that everywhere I go. I’ve been waiting for someone to see all the good in me at every truck stop and intersection along the way. I’ve been waiting all my life for the moment to arrive when I can just stop. Stop looking

  Elizabeth Wurtzel

  Waiting, Feelings, Way

  Elizabeth Wurtzel (2007). “More, Now, Again: A Memoir of Addiction”, p.273, Simon and Schuster

• I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong. Like all the drugs put together – the lithium, the Prozac, the desipramine, and Desyrel that I take to sleep at night – can no longer combat whatever it is that was wrong with me in the first place. I feel like a defective model.

  Elizabeth Wurtzel

  Sleep, Night, Drug

  Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.12, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• If you take someone's thoughts and feelings away, bit by bit, consistantly, they then have nothing left except some gritty, gnawing, shitty little instinct, down there, somewhere, worming around in the gut, but so far down, so hidden, it's impossible to find.

  Elizabeth Wurtzel

  Feelings, Littles, Impossible

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