A Quote by Elizabeth Wurtzel

How can you hide from what never goes away? --Heraclitus — © Elizabeth Wurtzel
How can you hide from what never goes away? --Heraclitus
How can you hide from what never goes away?
The sea is whipping the skyThe sky is whipping the seaYou can hide away forever from the stormBut you'll never hide away from me.
If we might be able to save this world, how can we walk away? Too many people around here have given up! Galloran said heroes sacrifice for causes; they do things that others hide from. I may not be some great hero, but I won’t hide from this. I would never live with myself.
And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.
Trauma never goes away completely, it changes perhaps, softens some with time, but never completely goes away.
Have nothing to do with coaches. In fact, if you should see one coming, go and hide behind the pavilion until he goes away.
Man goes far away or near but God never goes far-off; he is always standing close at hand, and even if he cannot stay within he goes no further than the door.
Fashion comes and goes; prints come and go. Proper camo never really goes away.
At the sight of what goes on in the world, the most misanthropic of men must end by being amused, and Heraclitus must die laughing.
People who worry about looking good typically hide what they don't know and hide their weaknesses, so they never learn how to properly deal with them and these weaknesses remain impediments in the future.
Preppy never goes away. It just has its moment every 15 years, and then it goes back underground.
My daddy said, that the first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away.
No matter how good you are at planning, the pressure never goes away. So I don't fight it. I feed off it. I turn pressure into motivation to do my best.
When any anxiety or gloom of the mind takes hold of you, make it a rule not to publish it by complaining; but exert yourselves to hide it, and by endeavoring to hide it you drive it away.
Sometimes I don't know what to say; the pain never stops. The cloud never goes away, the rain never drops
She smiled at him. “How did you know just what I’d want to see?” “How could I not?” he said. “When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind’s eye always with a book in your hand.” He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought — and was surprised how affectionate the thought was.
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