Best 25 quotes of Beatrice Sparks on MyQuotes

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

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

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

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

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

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’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.

I pretend I've got lots of confidence and I'm a big jock and like that but deep inside I'm a frightened, insecure, can't-make-it failure.

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

I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

Maybe the new me will be different.

My biggest mistake: not wanting to help myself into thinking I am happy, that change would come about without really trying to change, or wanting to change. Procrastinating about changing. I do want to change.

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.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

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.

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.

They don’t think “I care,” “I hurt,” or “I have feelings.” It just seems like I’m always “wrong,” always “selfish,” always “self-centered” and everything else that’s negative and destructive.

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

This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.

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.

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.

I wanted to write in you.

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.