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Emma Forrest
By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

If you don't know who you are, madness gives you something to believe in.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

He was only twenty-five.He was young enough to miss his youth just as it was slipping away. The worst kind of loss-the one that is happening as you feel it.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

I do think everything that happens in American pop culture sort of prescribes for England and does end up happening there six months later, maybe a year.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

Your own love story? Your paramour may have had lovers before you. But no one has ever loved him the way you do. No one has ever heard music. Not the way you hear it. The songs are beautiful vampires, asleep in your iPod, coming alive at night, aglow. You can have them on your hours, yours to conduct. Music shapes us and we shape it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

This boy has negative charisma. He walks into a room and the oxygen starts to evaporate. I guess that's why girls sleep with him. They find his awfulness transfixing. He's like a lousy 1970's disaster movie that they can't bring themselves to turn off, even though it is making their life worse every minute they leave it on.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

Cyndi Lauper was hilarious and generous, someone I'd loved from childhood who didn't disappoint.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

It's all in her walk, a cartoon swagger. Part Jayne Mansfield, part Muhammad Ali. Men never know if it's an invitation upstairs or an invitation outside.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

Let me tell you something: when you dance, you are the greatest dancer who has ever lived. And when you sing, you will have the courage to raise your voice to the heavens, knowing that you may never get an answer.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

He was a super shiny boy and I liked the shape of him. Under the blanket. In the shower. I liked his shadow on the street and his imprint on the sofa. I hated the smell of hair gel on his head, but I loved it on the pillow. I love the smell of losing someone.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

I think it's sort of the hypothetical point where communism and fascism meet. They love tragedy, and they love surface beauty. You just watch it play out over and over in the media. It was the English edition of Glamour who were looking for stories of Iraqi war widows, but specified that they had to be attractive.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

I finally accept that not only do I not understand the death of my relationship, but I do not need to. These men were good and kind to me, they loved me and I loved them back and the shock at the finish holds no wisdom. The revelation is not that I lost them, but that I had them.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Emma Forrest

I say, "Well then I don't know if it was real, and that makes me feel like I'm going insane again." "Absolutely it was real. It was a real, partial picture. Because it ended preemptively, things you would have learned about him in the relationship, you are instead learning in the breakup. You have learned that he has a desperate desire for intimacy and then a desperate desire for the cave. He will get lonely there eventually and come back." "To me?" He doesn't pause. "To someone new." "And I'll have to watch another girl?" "You will have to, but you will also know what lies ahead for that poor girl.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

You can have this kind of love. You can have it. You just grab it. Of course the problem with having that love is that you can lose it, too.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

It's like he has emotional amnesia... I think you have to accept that the person you knew isn't there at the moment. I was witness to how much he loved you. I have the photos. This isn't the person we knew. I don't recognize this person. He's shed his skin." Her heart is broken too. She has to say the thing that will give me back my life. She draws on every reserve. I see how much it hurts her and it hurts me too. I came from her joy and her pain, I lived in it and I live in it now.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

I think a neurotic learns from their mistakes. A psychotic does not.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

At least you know where you are with blood. At least other people can see it.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

I'm not crazy or dangerous, just a bit eccentric and lonely.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

There is that doll dress-up quality of adorable teenage girl writer, and I never felt either as adorable as I was supposed to be, or as dark as the rumors, you know, "She must have slept with the editor," and I was like, "Oh my god, I'm still a virgin." It was very strange.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Emma Forrest

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

He was addicted to me and now he has gone cold turkey. He used to send me fifty texts a day. And now he is ignoring me. It's like I was once his Barack Obama. And now I am John McCain, conceding defeat like a sad-face sock puppet, knowing I have sold the best of myself. He, my electorate, not only does not want me, he actively feels pity.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Emma Forrest

Of course he freaked me out. Of course it's nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me and now he doesn't. I was everything to him and now I am nothing.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

Yes, I have patterns of love addiction. But I'm a woman. Of course I do.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Emma Forrest

When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the whole time.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

I wish I had been less keen to inject my own opinions, but I was a teenager and your teenage self is generally an idiot compared to the adult you. That's the way it should be. If it's the other way around, you have a problem.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Emma Forrest

I never lie ― I am a blatantly truthful person about almost everything. My addiction (or disease as some call it) always lies. I have had very good relationships, but the addict in me always fucked them up. I fall in love quickly, it's a high that rivals drugs for a while. I am monogamous, but I always cheated with depression before the relationship fell apart. Addicts need best friends, healthy people need healthy relationships.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

Everyone asks about how I'll feel about the tattoos and scars in thirty years. I always say: "I'll like them." I've always loved damaged monuments, in architecture and in humans.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

I don't see what's so good about being genuine. Clog dancing is genuine. Isn't being fake more of an achievement? At least it takes some inspiration. Like, sherbet dips, they're a special food. Think of all the additives and coloring and grinding that it takes to create a sherbet dip. But carrots? They're just out there, shrieking, "Hi, we're some carrots! Love us for it!" They never have to prove themselves.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

I like the cuts - they comfort me - I can't lie.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

In other words, it was a struggle with himself. And the product of that struggle: anger, bitterness, resentment, envy or transformation, aspiration, hope, decency..the product of that struggle is the quality of your life and the nature of your soul.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

When I am in a relationship, I don’t wear lipstick at all. I hate the smearing, the retouching, the constant throb of phoniness as you surreptitiously check the damage in your compact between kisses. I wear lots of mascara to compensate, different colors so I don’t get bored. When I am about to break up with a guy, he has full warning because I start wearing lipstick again.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

Write a page every single day, even if what you put on the page that day is no good - it's the only way to get better.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

I want you to stay. I never want there to be a time when we don't share space.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

My radar, after all these years of sanity, is still off when it comes to what people do or don't mean.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

I wouldn't say that my emotions are extreme. I'd say they are committed. My moods are the equivalent of Madonna's dancing: inappropriate but all-out. If I'm going to be sad, I might as well be the saddest a girl can get. And if I'm happy, I want to be the happiest. The trouble is, I feel highs so ecstatic that just being normal feels like a thousand-mile drop and being unhappy is excruciating.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

Now that he's gone, I feel like I'm a senior citizen who gave away her life savings over the phone. And this is the crux: I never in my life believed in someone as much as I believed in him. The shame is overwhelming.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

It took a long time, but my heart now feels full when I think of him. When you fall in love again—which I have—it's funny the other things that come back in with that open-ness. You have this ghost chorus of the lovers who came before, but they're benign now, they're good spirits.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

People don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who've left us is because we knew them so well.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

I think that's the function of a lot of psychiatrists and therapists, is keeping people afloat just long enough for them to get older.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

When you live with voices in your head, you are drawn inextricably to voices outside your head. Very often the voices work to confirm your worst suspicions. Or think of things you could never have imagined! There are only so many hours of the day to hate yourself.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Emma Forrest

No one knows we're there, no one sees us. We never leave the room. I think about the secret voice you use when you make love. No one but that person will ever hear it. And here, we listen to each other, but we lock it in with touch, and the room vacuum seals it to stay fresh until we can breathe together again. When he breaks the silence it is to say, "I want you to know that, when you get pregnant, nothing is going to change except your dress size.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

Well. There is a psychiatric occurrence we see in men-not often women-where they put all their hopes and dreams onto one person, so intensely that at some point it trips a wire in the brain circuitry, and that causes them to go, in a minute, 180 degrees the other way.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

It is madness. And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity. It's the same with self-loathing. You're probably just normal and normal-looking but that's not a real identity, not the way ugliness is. Normality, just accepting that you're probably normal-looking, lacks the force field of self-disgust. If you don't know who you are, madness gives you something to believe in.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

I envied women with signature hair-dos, signature perfumes, signature sign-offs. Novelists who tell Vogue Magazine: “I can’t live without my Smythson notebook, Pomegranate Noir cologne by Jo Malone and Frette sheets”. In the grip of madness, materialism begins to look like an admirable belief system.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

Jeff Bridges says that the reason he's one of the few stars in Hollywood whose made his marriage last for decades is that every time they think there's no more doors left to walk through in the room, they just keep looking and keep looking until they find one.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. When you don't have so much control over your own thoughts, over the myriad voices in your head, you don't know where they could go.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Forrest

Someone asked me the other day, "Oh your story is like Cameron Crowe's, he has the same thing of having been a teenage journalist," but he was a guy and you just add gender into the mix, it's a 16-year-old girl with adults and rock stars, and it's tough.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Emma Forrest

Every fear, every night terror, every hour I cried for Liev, every fight with Sebastian is registered as a neat white scar.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Forrest

When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.