Young Woman Quotes

Young Woman Quote of the day

I wanted to come close to fierce wild things. They seemed prehistoric, rare and sacred.

I had no evidence. No physical signs of my rape existed anymore. My body had already purged them. That was the irreversible reality.

It was heartbreaking to realize how we can fail the people we most love without even trying.

I realized that no, no one would actually come to save or even stop me, I had absolutely no choice. The scale tipped: the moment not doing it became more difficult and unbearable than just doing it.

I was beginning to feel compassion for myself.

I needed to stop hiding: I was raped. It was time to honestly be exactly who I was. I saw—the shame wasn't mine, it was his, and I could stop misrepresenting myself, and I could accept myself.

Though I was starved for contact, I didn’t stop to talk to any of these strangers. I had forgotten how to convincingly speak the polite things strangers say to each other.

I was desperate not to confront the fact that this really could be it—that "nineteen" didn't matter, that there really was a point at which even young bodies fail. I was not immortal.

These tools were my parents’ way of saying: What you’re doing is important. We support it. We want to help you find your way.

She taught me only how to need to be taken care of. I was here because I needed to learn to take responsibility for making my own decisions — to earn my own trust.

I realized that the most empowering important thing was actually simply taking care of myself.

In lovesickness we had found a common language.

I needed only to allow myself to know what I already knew.

The PCT would lead me to an otherworld, through the sadness I felt here, out of it.

Living as Wild Child, I could no longer be Debby Parker comfortably — this name that I’d been given at birth that defined me before I’d had the chance to define myself.

We aren’t afraid of what we can explain.

I was promising myself strength.I had to write it, say it, make the effort and fake it before I actually believed I could do it.

Beneath hot sun, desert roses bloomed. Under cold moon, I still refused to.

Old or young, light or dark, full or frail, every woman has qualities that make her beautiful.

I didn’t know if I was brave or reckless.