Quotes from Beatrice Sparks

Por qué será tan difícil la vida? ¿Por qué no podemos ser como somos y que nos acepten como tales? ¿Por qué no puedo ser yo, sencillamente, tal como soy ahora, sin necesidad de concentrarme, de mortificarme sobre mi pasado y sobre mi futuro?

I have invested my heart. There is a chance that it will be broken but also a chance at unlimited happiness.

Got my shit together" Definition: I've learned how to play it cool. I've got some ideas worked out.

We are all in natural high, It was better than dope or booze or anything.

Ife can sure be a downer.

Like usual, what I want is not important, what I'm supposed to do that counts.

The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus "Not me! I didn't think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.

I used to think I was the only one who felt things. but I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity. It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would really be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

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

Actually I don't need the sleep as much as I need the escape. It's a wonderful way to escape. I think I can't stand it and then I just take a pill and wait for sweet nothingness to take over. At this stage in my life nothingness is a lot better than somethingness.

I hope they never have to go through the kind of soul searching that I am going through.

Lying – remembering beauty in truth.

I know I was drugged but that is still no excuse. Why do they want to do things like that?

I guess this like everything else bad in life, will pass.

What do you know about love? Are your feelings more holy than mine? Am I exempt from the knowledge of love until I become "of age?" Do I automatically become human enough when I start loving you and seeing things your way?

Judas, boredom is such a drag, drag, drag. Writing might be good therapy for me, though.

Color intermingled with color. People intermingled with people. Color and people intercoursing together.

Dear precious Diary, I am baptizing you with my tears. I know we have to leave and that one day I will even have to leave my father and mother's home and go into a home of my own. But ever I will take you with me.

I wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone in this world. I wouldn't hurt them physically or emotionally, how then can people so consistently do it to me?

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

This life is beautiful. It's so goddamned beautiful I can hardly stand it. And I'm a glorious part of it! Everybody else is just taking up space. Goddamned stupid people. I'd like to shove life down all their throats and then maybe they'd understand what it's all about.

I feel rotten but I can't change the way I feel.

Then there's me… non-relevant, non-predicable… ass-headed.

It's a terrible thing but it seems like tragedy brings people together, makes them more supportive, more dependent.