Beatrice Sparks quotes:

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

Maybe the new me will be different.

Alone. The saddest word in the world."

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.

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

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.

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.

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

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

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

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.

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

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

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

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

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

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 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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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