You would be amazed by what you can give up, lose, or break, and yet still be a person who gets happy over brownies.— Augusten Burroughs
The most satisfaction Augusten Burroughs quotes that will activate your desire to change
...handsome people are always interesting to watch. But a handsome person in crisis is riveting.
You need to grab your dream out of the sky like it's a kite and pinch the string through your fingers until you reach the spool.
I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
I can't tell you how much I love Target and Costco, that kind of culture, because it's something I never felt a part of. I've always felt like a tourist because I have never fit in anywhere.
Should I just sit down, right here at carousel seven, and shake until somebody's arms are around me and they're saying, 'It's okay, I'm here, I'm here, come with me to the institute.
I knew that if I wrote a new book every six months or every year, if I continued to read great books, eventually I would write something worthy of publication. I understood I might be in my forties or my fifties or even my sixties, but I felt confident that it would happen.
Self-pity is the bestiality of emotions: it absolutely disgusts people.
When you're feeling pity for yourself, and somebody says to you 'You think maybe it's time for the pity party to be over? You should stop feeling sorry for yourself and try to think positive,' it makes you wish you could saw their head off.
His laugh is made if porch swings and lemonade
This is how you survive the unsurvivable, this is how you lose that which you cannot bear to lose, this is how you reinvent yourself, overcome your abusers, fulfill your ambitions and meet the love of your life: by following what is true, no matter where it leads you.
The truth about not having everything you need, not being fully equipped or qualified or allowed is that these limits are the nebula of creative genius. When you have total freedom i.e: no limits at all. You stop trying to make the best of things
But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist's chair.
I wouldn't want to waste any of my brain cells on forgiving if it's holding me back.
I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stunned by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.
This is what you should know about losing someone you love.
They do not travel alone. You go with them.
Acceptance, when it comes, arrives in waves: Listen with your chest.
You will feel a pendulum swing within you, favoring one direction or another. And that is your answer. The answer is always inside your chest. The right choice weighs more. That's how you know. It causes you to lean in its direction.
Smoking had become my favorite thing in the world to do.
It was like having instant comfort, no matter where or when.
When people meet me, many times they're very surprised because they expect someone who is kind of wacky with seven piercings and very hip and cool and New York City, and I'm not.
Although I was able to maintain a pleasant expression, I was mentally throwing up in her face.
Like cubic zirconia, I only look real. I'm an imposter. The fact is, I am not like other people.
Maybe you feel pressure to be positive because so many people rely on your good, fake-positive energy? If that's the case, screw everybody else. You're not a bottle of Valium.
Real optimism is not the pep talk you give yourself.
It is earned through the labor involved in emotional housekeeping.
Some damage is too severe, some harm endures.
And what you have to do is accept it. And by accept it I mean, don’t be the paralyzed person in the bed who is waiting to walk again. Realize, it’s never gonna happen. And find some other way to get around –swing from a vine, get a Mad Max wheelchair. Anything but…wait.
You must never allow something that happened to you to become a morbidly treasured heirloom that you carry, show people, put back in its black velvet pouch and then tuck back into your jacket where you can keep it close to your heart.
Red hair is great. It's rare, and therefore superior.
And of course, the answer came to me in the same way Jesus comes to those who drink in trailers: as an epiphany.
Thanksgiving was nothing more than a pilgrim-created obstacle in the way of Christmas; a dead bird in the street that forced a brief detour.
Do not wait for the healing to arrive.
It will never come. The holes will never leave or be filled with anything at all. But holes are interesting things.
Because here is the truth: If you want to have a chance at meeting somebody with whom you are genuinely compatible, never put your best foot forward.
The dark side of blogging is, of course, people can be (and are) just savage and uncivilized, deeply cruel and fully unaccountable.
Perfection is the satin-lined casket of creativity and originality.
If you are a perfectionist, at least stop telling everybody you're one and try to get over it yourself, alone in your home with the lights off
The truth is that nobody is owed an apology for anything.
Apologies are lovely when they happen. But they change nothing. They do not reverse actions or correct damage. They are merely nice to hear.
Imperfections are attractive when their owners are happy with them.
When I ate vanilla frosting straight from the can, I could feel God standing right nest to me like a real best friend, watching, and smiling, and wishing he had a mouth.
Love is a helium-based emotion; Love always takes the high road.
If you believe suicide will bring you peace, or at the very least just an end to everything you hate- you are displaying self-caring behavior. You are still able to actively seek solutions to your problems. You are willing to go to great lengths to provide what you believe will be soothing to yourself. This strikes me as optimistic.
My mistake was in underestimating the emotional force of a song you have already hear a thousand times.
I hate news and information and anything that threatens to puncture the bubble of oblivion in which I live.
Long marriages have ended in ruin over tiny and insignificant grievances that were never properly aired and instead grew into a brittle barnacle of hatred.
Childhood is what ended me up in the hospital and teetering on the edge of deathly alcoholism. It was really good for me to accept it. To accept all the embarrassment and the shame so I don't feel like I used to.
My thoughts seem thick, ketchup stuck in a bottle.
Like trying to feel someone's face while wearing goosedown mittens.
I was struck with a bolt of distilled horror like I have never known before.
Far worse than suddenly finding yourself walking through a prison cafeteria wearing Daisy Duke shorts and a Jane Fonda headband.
Miracles do happen. You must believe this. No matter what else you believe about life, you must believe in miracles.
As a writer, you can't allow yourself the luxury of being discouraged and giving up when you are rejected, either by agents or publishers. You absolutely must plow forward.
Bad news should be followed with soup. Then a nap.
Any damage that's been done, you have to fix yourself because it needs fixing and there is nobody else to do the work. Blame may well be justified, but it's not going to move you forward in your life.
It turned out I had always been a smoker. I just hadn't had any cigarettes.
I like, though, that people have a hunger to connect with other people.
They're desperate to know that you're not lying to them or misleading them.
This is what happens when you go against the grain of truth. You get splinters later on.
I'll always write about what's going on in my life and the reason for that is it's not actually because I'm so fascinated with myself, it's because I can't think. I can't think like have thoughts in my head and think them through and come to a conclusion. It's like math for me.