I like to think that we’re not defined by what happens to us…because so many times they’re beyond our control. I like to think that we’re defined by our choices and our decisions.
Elizabeth SmartI feel helpless, hopeless, too low to call out, too weak to think. Impotent tears dribble down.
Elizabeth SmartThe long days seduce all thought away, and we lie like the lizards in the sun, postponing our lives indefinitely.
Elizabeth SmartI review all I know, but can synthesize no meaning. When I doze, the Fact, the certain accomplished calamity, wakes me roughly like a brutal nurse. I see it crouching inflexibly in a corner of the ceiling. It comes down in geometrical diagonal like lightning.It says, I remain, I AM, I shall never cease to be: your memory will grow a deathly glaze: you will forget, you will fade out, but I cannot be undone.Thus every quarter hour it puts the taste of death in my mouth, and shows me, but not gently, how I go whoring after oblivion.
Elizabeth Smart