Ed Quotes

“Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

“It's too cold outside for angels to fly.”
― Ed Sheeran

“I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore,
like I always thought I would.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

“And they say
She's in the class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been that way since eighteen, but lately,
Her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly”
― Ed Sheeran

“Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?"
[...]
"'When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be real nice and sweet and treat her right.'" I stop finish my J&B in one swallow.
"What does the other part of him think?" Hamlin asks tentatively.
"What her head would look like on a stick”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line”
― Ed Sheeran

“I escaped onto the wall, a painted ghost trapped in a jar. I stood back to look at it and I knew the sad thing wasn't that the ghost was running out of air. the sad thing was that he had enough air in that small space to last him a lifetime. What were you thinking, little ghost? Letting yourself get trapped like that?”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“You know who Mr. Darcy is?"
"I exist, therefore I know who Mr. Darcy is.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“It's 4am again and I'm just getting started. People are boring and I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed through my words. I want to get all fucked up and write real and raw and ugly and beautifully. I bet you're sleeping safe and calm, and you can stay there, it's safer there, and you wouldn't stand one night on this journey my mind wanders off to every night you close your eyes. I'll stay here one day and I will never come down.
I promise I can fly before I hit the ground.
It doesn't even hurt anymore.
I swear, it doesn't hurt.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“Let me tell you a little story. You may have heard it before.
It's a story about a butcher named Barry.

Once upon a time, in central city, there was a butcher named Barry. Barry loved to chop up meat more than anything in the world. But one day, when Barry got tired of just chopping up cows and pigs...
...He found something NEW to chop up-- PEOPLE. And so, he went out night after night in search of fresh meat.
Eventually, Barry was caught, but not before he had slaughtered 23 victims!!! For terrorizing the poor people of central city, Barry was sent straight to the gallows...And everyone else lived happily ever after!”
― Hiromu Arakawa, Fullmetal Alchemist, Vol. 3

“So there you have it--my sorry tale. That's how something I though I controlled ended up controlling me.”
― Sarah Darer Littman, Purge

“I asked him what it was like to have a dad. He said he didn't think it mattered who you had as long as you had somebody good.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“There's one near Hoover Street Station. A picture of me, grass growing out of my heart while I'm talking to her.
She looked at the wall but she didn't see us.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“It's like a stomach ache after not eating for five days. The muscles are starting to eat themselves,
and you couldn't care less.
It's about holding on to every moment with every ounce of your being, every atom. It's about memorising every expression, the way your muscles work, the way you speak, how your voice sounds during every part of the day. It's about not feeling the goodbye in every kiss, in every hug, in every touch. It's about trying to keep your voice steady even with a knife to your throat.
It's August and I'm tired of being strong.
I never really was very brave.
Throw me on sharp edges, I've never felt so destructive.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“We decided. We said that we weren't telling anyone. We said it was for art's sake. We said the more people who knew, the more chance the cops'd pick us up. We said it was you and me, no crew."
"Are you sure I didn't say it was to score girls?"
That actually sounds a whole lot like something Leo woud say.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“We've got secrets coming out our arses and you want to take them to a clairvoyant?”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“So I saw Beth today. She asked me how you were doing. Sounded like she wants you back."
"We were over months ago."
"You mind if I ask her out, then?"
"You mind if I spray a piece on the side of your gran's house?”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“It was as though they knew me well by now, despite knowing barely anything about me. It was as though you could know a person without knowing the details of their life. You could know their light, because you shared the same light, the way I’d known the prayers the night before without knowing I knew them. I had never imagined this kind of warmth could be so safe, abundant. I’d spent so much time cutting and carving away at myself, worshipping cold. I feared that light and warmth were a trick, a tease, false offerings that lured you into relaxing, and just when you made yourself vulnerable, they would be seized. Better to adapt to the cold. Better to thrust the cold on oneself. Be prepared.
Yet with the Schwebels it was so easy. The light was sustained, plentiful. It wasn’t going anywhere. And so I ate what I wanted, when I wanted, maybe even overindulged compared to what a normal person would eat. I wasn’t sure exactly what that was yet, to eat normally. But I feasted on the food and the warmth, the cozy togetherness, and I realized that the food itself was only one part of what a person needed in order to be sustained.”
― Melissa Broder, Milk Fed

“Oh, Ed!" Mom exclaimed. "It's a Victorian.”
― Robert Liparulo, House of Dark Shadows

“Why do want to find him so bad?’ I ask after a while, but she’s not listening. I watch her a bit
longer. ‘Why do you want to find him so bad?’ I ask again.
She blinks and comes out of her dream. She flicks the band on her wrist. ‘I just do.’ - Ed Skye”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“Invece respiro ancora. Con la responsabilità di chi è stato riammesso al gioco. Dopo un fallo contro la vita.”
― Elena Mearini, 360 gradi di rabbia

“Przeszłość jest moją wielką blizną, którą pielęgnuję. Myślę, że moja bulimia to nie są zaburzenia odżywiania. Jestem pogodzona z moją bulimią. Wierzę, że kiedy zwymiotuję już całą przeszłość, ona po prostu się skończy.”
― Dominika Dymińska, Mięso

“I now view food as energy for my mind and body rather than something to be scared of. It's fuel, not punishment. Because without it, I can't grow stronger, emotionally, mentally, and physically.”
― Lily Collins, Unfiltered: No Shame, No Regrets, Just Me

“Na środkowym palcu prawej ręki zawsze noszę pierścionek. Od kilku lat. Kiedy nie czuję na tym palcu ciężaru, czuję jego brak. Zanim zacznę rzygać, zdejmuję pierścionek i zakładam go na środkowy palec lewej ręki. Żeby go nie ubrudzić. Ten pierścionek to jedyne piękno, o jakie wtedy dbam. Kiedyś zmieniałam miejsce pierścionka na chwilę, zanim zaczęłam wkładać palce do gardła. Teraz robię to już kiedy zaczynam jeść. Gdyby ktoś o tym wiedział, mógłby się zorientować, co to znaczy, kiedy podczas posiłku przekładam pierścionek na lewą dłoń. Kiedy kończę rzygać, najpierw wycieram twarz i płuczę usta. Później zacieram ślady i dokładnie myję ręce. Na koniec zakładam pierścionek z powrotem na środkowy palec prawej ręki. Wszystko wraca na swoje miejsce.”
― Dominika Dymińska, Mięso

“Thanks to science, baldness can now be optional. ED? Optional. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it for sure. But let’s work not to break it in the first place. Prevention. More effective than denial. For hair loss and erectile dysfunction.”
― RxAdam

“And the next time you’re at a job interview where you need to demonstrate your skills by sharing your screen, establish your dominance early. Use ed.”
― Michael W. Lucas, Ed Mastery: The Standard Unix Text Editor

“Toen ik heel, heel diep in mijn eetstoornis zat en geplaagd werd door een zware depressie, was mijn allergrootste angst om vermist te raken. Niet omdat ik bang was dat iemand met onzuivere intenties mij wat aan zou willen doen. Dat zou me werkelijk aan mijn reet roesten. Nee, mijn grootste angst was dat er vermissingsposters zouden worden verspreid, met daarop de tekst: 'Vermist: Charlotte Simons. Roepnaam Lotte. 17 jaar, groene ogen, lang, sluik zwart haar. 1,85m lang, lichaamsbouw: morbide obees.' Dat de rest van de wereld mijn eetgestoorde zelfbeeld eens en voor altijd zou bevestigen. Dat dat ‘verstoorde lichaamsbeeld’ dat ik in de spiegel zag, waarvan mensen in mijn omgeving me zo bewust hadden proberen te maken, eigenlijk gewoon realiteit bleek te zijn.”
― Charlotte Simons, Eetgestoord

“En dat was precies de vruchtbare bodem die mijn eetstoornis nodig had om zich te beginnen ontwikkelen. Ik was extreem onzeker, had ernstig trauma doorstaan, vergeleek mezelf continu met mijn klasgenoten, had last van een verlammende mate van perfectionisme, had gaandeweg een intense zelfhaat ontwikkeld en walgde van mijn eigen lichaam. Niet lang daarna begon ik mijn lunch op school weg te gooien. Weer wat later stak ik voor de eerste keer mijn vinger in mijn keel. En zo evolueerde mijn eetprobleem tot een eetstoornis, die elke dag een beetje meer grip op me kreeg.”
― Charlotte Simons

“I slide my right hand across my stomach and count the ribs on the left side. Once, twice, three times. They're not as sharp as yesterday. I have to get out of here.”
― Meg Haston, Paperweight

“The truth is, if you start your eating disorder even slightly overweight, no one will notice until things are very much at the ‘what if two meals a day were soup’ stage.”
― Monica Heisey, Really Good, Actually