Quotes from Beatrice Sparks

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.

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

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

I'm partly somebody else trying to fit in and say the right things and do the right thing and be in the right place and wear what everybody else is wearing. Sometimes I think we're all trying to be shadows of each other, trying to buy the same records and everything even if we don't like them. Kids are like robots, off an assembly line, and I don't want to be a robot!

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

I wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone in this whole world. I wouldn't hurt them physically or emotionally, how then can people so consistently do it to me? Even my parents treat me like I'm stupid and inferior and ever short. I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.

I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.

Maybe the new me will be different.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

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

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.

How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?

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

The same old dumb teachers teaching the same old dumb subjects in the same old dumb school. I seem to be kind of losing interest in everything. At first I thought high school would be fun but it's just dull. Everything's dull. Maybe it's because I'm growing up and life is becoming more blase.

Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.

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.

They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

I can't believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it's only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.

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.

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

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?

I'm partly somebody else trying to fit in and say the right things and do the right thing and be in the right place and wear what everybody else is wearing. Sometimes I think we're all trying to be shadows of each other, trying to buy the same records and everything even if we don't like them.

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.

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.