Beatrice Sparks Quotes

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

I feel like Alice in Wonderland. Maybe Lewis G Carroll was on drugs too.

I bet the pill is harder to get than drugs--which shows how screwed up this world really is!

…I’d have died without them [books]. Even now I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I’ve gotten from books.

She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.

One day I'll be old, without ever having really been young

I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.

I'm afraid to hope but I can't help it, and the idea of hoping in this most hopeless of all places makes me want to cry.

Tengo la impresión de estar perdiendo el interés por todo. Tal vez se deba a que estoy creciendo o que la vida se esta volviendo más asquerosa.

How is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten an function still talk and smile and concentrate?

We get pissed off when someone tells us what to do, but we don't know what to do unless some fat bastard tell us.

I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.

How is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten and still function, still talk and smile and concentrate?

Depressed? No one in the world but a doper could know the true opposite of depressed.

Une grosse vieille dame à côté de moi se retenait à la courroie et sa robe sans manches laissait voir un incroyable nid d'oiseau sous son bras. C'est la chose la plus nauséabonde que j'aie jamais vue....

I looked at sky this morning and realized summer is almost gone which really made me sad because it doesn't seem as though its been here at all.

Tal vez ha sido bueno sufrir tanto, pues eso me hará más comprensiva y tolerante con el resto de la humanidad.

Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?

I don’t want to get old. I have this very silly fear, dear friend, that one day I’ll be old, without ever having really been young.

I've been asleep and I don't know if it's the same day or week or year, but who the hell cares anyway?