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I bet the pill is harder to get than drugs--which shows how screwed up this world really is!
Beatrice Sparks
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Color intermingled with color. People intermingled with people. Color and people intercoursing together.
Beatrice Sparks
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Lying - remembering beauty in truth.
Beatrice Sparks
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You can’t do anything to please anybody or say anything to please them or even dress so they’ll be happy and give you a smile.
Beatrice Sparks
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We are all in natural high, It was better than dope or booze or anything.
Beatrice Sparks
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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. It’s a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would really be a gory, blood-smeared earth.
Beatrice Sparks
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Adolescents have a very rocky insecure time. Grown-ups treat them like children and yet expect them to act like adults. They give them orders like little animals, then expect them to react like mature, and always rational, self-assured persons of legal stature.
Beatrice Sparks
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When I’m with him, everything makes so much sense…when I’m away, it’s so much shit.
Beatrice Sparks
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It’s a terrible thing but it seems like tragedy brings people together, makes them more supportive, more dependent.
Beatrice Sparks
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I hope they never have to go through the kind of soul searching that I am going through.
Beatrice Sparks
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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.
Beatrice Sparks
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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.
Beatrice Sparks
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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.
Beatrice Sparks
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I feel rotten but I can’t change the way I feel.
Beatrice Sparks
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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.
Beatrice Sparks
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They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!
Beatrice Sparks
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It all seems so permanent, so old and new at the same time. But I wonder if I will ever feel completely new again. Or will I spend the rest of my life feeling like a walking disease?
Beatrice Sparks
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Felt great, free, abandoned, a different, improved, perfected specimen of a different, improved, perfected species. It was wild! It was beautiful! It really was.
Beatrice Sparks
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I wanted to tell them! I wanted more than anything in the world to know that they understood, but naturally they just kept on talking and talking because they are incapable of really understanding anything. If only parents would listen! If only they would let us talk instead of forever and eternally and continuously harping and preaching and nagging and correcting and yacking, yacking, yacking! But they won’t listen! They simply won’t or can’t or don’t want to listen, and we kids keep winding up back in the same old frustrating, lost, lonely corner with no one to relate to either verbally or physically.
Beatrice Sparks
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I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.
Beatrice Sparks
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The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.
Beatrice Sparks
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Why so much hate in your mind when love is the only way to straighten things out?
Beatrice Sparks
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I wanted to ask God to help me but I could utter only words, dark, useless words which fell on the floor beside me and rolled off into the corners and underneath the bed.
Beatrice Sparks
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Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?
Beatrice Sparks
