Emma Forrest
Emma Forrest
Emma Forrestis a British-American journalist, novelist and screenwriter. Born in London, she currently resides in Los Angeles...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth26 December 1977
get-well names time-heals
Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.
pain sadness wine
But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.
teenage self wish
I wish I had been less keen to inject my own opinions, but I was a teenager and your teenage self is generally an idiot compared to the adult you. That's the way it should be. If it's the other way around, you have a problem.
falling-in-love heart thinking
It took a long time, but my heart now feels full when I think of him. When you fall in love again—which I have—it's funny the other things that come back in with that open-ness. You have this ghost chorus of the lovers who came before, but they're benign now, they're good spirits.
loss missing slipping
He was only twenty-five.He was young enough to miss his youth just as it was slipping away. The worst kind of loss-the one that is happening as you feel it.
darkness killing killing-yourself
If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.
hate kissing color
When I am in a relationship, I don’t wear lipstick at all. I hate the smearing, the retouching, the constant throb of phoniness as you surreptitiously check the damage in your compact between kisses. I wear lots of mascara to compensate, different colors so I don’t get bored. When I am about to break up with a guy, he has full warning because I start wearing lipstick again.
kissing feelings wish
When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.
pain people depth
People don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who've left us is because we knew them so well.
lonely crazy eccentric
I'm not crazy or dangerous, just a bit eccentric and lonely.
hate thinking voice
When you live with voices in your head, you are drawn inextricably to voices outside your head. Very often the voices work to confirm your worst suspicions. Or think of things you could never have imagined! There are only so many hours of the day to hate yourself.
looks
No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.
suicide sadness voice
What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. When you don't have so much control over your own thoughts, over the myriad voices in your head, you don't know where they could go.
people throwing whenever
The problem with writing a book about bulimia is that whenever you go to the washroom, people think you're throwing up.