More Quotes I Like - from Lisa Unger

Once we’ve started on the road to truth, there’s no turning back; the Universe doesn’t like secrets.

Auntie Denial. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered comforting sentiments. As fragile as she is, she’s powerful when you cooperate with her, when you let her spin her web around you. As long as you don’t look her in the face, she’ll wrap you in a cocoon. It’s safe and warm in there. So much nicer than the alternative.

Real friends, friends of my heart.

We make our choices. We forge ahead. Or we curl up and wallow in regret. Both alternatives have their appeal.

Depression is not dramatic, but it is total. It’s sneaky – you almost don’t notice it at first. Like a cat burglar, it comes in through an open window while you’re sleeping. It takes little things first: your appetite, your desire to return phone calls. Then it comes back for the big stuff, like your will to live. The next thing you know, your legs are filled with sand. The thought of brushing your teeth fills you with dread, it seems like such an impossible task. Suddenly you’re living in black and white – nothing is bright, nothing is pretty anymore. Music sounds tinny and distant. Things you found funny seem dull and off-key.

I was just so sad and angry. I felt as if all this pain was living in my chest with no way of being released.

There are all kinds of death in this world. The death of the body is the least of them. The death of self, the death of hope – now, that’s the hard stuff.

I think that most people are just trying to be happy, and that most of their actions, however misguided, are in line with that goal. Most people just want to feel they belong somewhere, want to be loved, and want to feel they’re important to someone.

I distrust people who pierce themselves in tender places. Isn’t life painful enough? Doesn’t it leave enough scars?