Laura Palmer Diary Quotes

I told him I didn’t want to hurt him, or anyone else. I just feel that sometimes I am better company only to myself, because of what is happening in my life, than I am or would be to anyone else.

If only I could understand The reason for my crying If only I could stop this fear Of dreaming that I'm dying.

I will not let anyone hurt me, like in the dream. I'll hurt myself first. I know the places that are the most delicate. I'll do the hurting from now on, as long as all of this stops!!!!

We’re like everyone else, I guess. We promise that something is forever, when it is really only as long as it takes for us to tire of it. When she walked away, and out of the door, it was like she was leaving forever.

Sometimes I think life would be so much easier if we didn’t have to think about being boys or girls or men or women or old or young, fat or thin… if we could all just be certain we were the same. We might be bored, but the danger of life and of living would be gone.

He swore his love to me again and again until he finally realized that I cannot love anything right now. Falling in love is like holding a white flag out to your enemies and saying, “we give up, we’re in love.” Love is surrender.

P.S. I hope BOB doesn’t come tonight.

Accept that you are bad and dirty and cheap and should be thrown to the wolves as scrap meat, and must never bear children, for who knows the faces they would be locked behind from birth until death.

I have simply forgotten how to be loved. Laura

I have found light and pleasure inside the horror.

I wonder if life is still something I can make up.

She says I think too many sad thoughts, and that if I keep it up, who knows what will happen. Donna doesn't know everything I know. I can't help but think sad thoughts sometimes. Sometimes they are the closest things on my mind.

Sometimes I think he’s just chosen to keep quiet because it is so much more interesting sometimes to just listen to people instead of talking to them.

I wanted to be a tree so that I could listen for trouble in the woods.

I like the idea of keeping my thoughts all in one place, like a brain you can look into.

I think of death these days as a companion I long to meet.

Sometimes my bedroom is the best place in the world, and other times it is like a place that closes in and suffocates me. I

I'm so afraid of death. I'm so afraid that no one will believe me until after I have taken the seat that I fear has been saved for me in the darkness. Please don't hate me.

I trust no one, and only rarely myself. I struggle most mornings, afternoons, and evenings with what is right an what is wrong. I do not understand if I am being punished for something I have done wrong, something I don't remember, or if this happens to everyone, and I am just too stupid to understand it.

The happier ending is Twin Peaks is still out there. Waiting, watchful, alive. Haunted, full of shivers and delights, a candle glimpsed in a log cabin window, while passing through a few and darkening wood. Some dreams survive.

I am trapped inside a part of me I hate. A hard, masculine part of myself that has surfaced to fight, after small memories and scars come out of me with a suddenness that is sobering as well as horrifying-and I fight to save the Laura I wish I could be again. The one everyone thinks is still around. Me in a sundress, hair in the wind, and a smile engraved into my cheeks by the sharp fear that a man may visit me at any moment this evening and try to kill me.

I have such an anger and an urge to charge at the sky, to call the wind a liar for never showing itself. An urge to scream at the two who allowed my birth. Cries for help to anyone who will hear them. To scream into the street that there is a lack of miracles in Mother Nature herself. Her divinity is a lie. In

I'm so tired of waiting to grow up. Someday it will happen and I'll be the only person who can make me feel good or bad about anything I do.

If I am a better person, and if I try harder every day, perhaps all of this will work out.

I wonder if pain, the kind that doesn't just happen when your cat is killed, or when your aunt dies, but the kind that you have to live with... can it ever be a friend?

I don’t want to feed my dreams.

I do not think that hour there told me anything I could not have imagined myself, but being there, in that silence, gave me hope that at least there are no wars after death. I

My life is whatever the other person in the room wants it to be. Therefore when i am alone, my life is nothing." jesus christ

His apartment is small and filled with books from the toilet tank to the top of the fridge. I think he has to keep reading these stories because he so rarely has any stories of his own. I

When there is a marriage. A union that you were born of, not responsible for. You, child, should be a gift to those who are ready, not a burden like so many others before you. Come back, child, when I am no longer a child myself. Laura

Everyone still sees the smiling Laura Palmer. The girl with perfect grades and perfect hair and perfect little fingers that want to sometimes, late at night, go into the mirror to strangle the daydreaming troublemaker I see in the reflection!

So I spent my birthday alone. I went out to where I go with BOB. It was light out, and everything seemed like an awful dream, until I saw a piece of rope lying at the back of the base of his favorite tree. I got a chill, but forced it away. I tried to look carefully at the tree, to find something that would explain why he picked this place, this tree. There was nothing. I made sure I was alone before I did what I had planned.

I sit awaiting his arrival, kept awake by the notion that I shall grow accustomed to the dark far easier than he to the light.

I am almost consumed, at times, with hatred for him because never has he turned to me and confirmed my deepest fears - that I am becoming like BOB - bad. Maybe it is the way he says it is: I have simply forgotten how to be loved.

In a forest of trees again and again, I have been brought down. Surgery of a strange and indescribable nature takes place. Blood is let.

This warm feeling of being needed, wanted, and special, like I was a treasure... was all I wanted to feel, forever.

I shall grow accustomed to the dark far easier than he to the light.

We’re like everyone else, I guess. We promise that something is forever, when it is really only as long as it takes for us to tire of it. When

I think that the times that I have to go into the woods at night have poisoned me. I

I guess I'm thinking of myself here. I am tired. I am the one who asks, is death only the frozen image we have of the animal's body?...Maybe roadkills are more than they seem. Messages...

Mi sono accorta subito che Lawrence era attratto da me. L’importante non era questo, ma l’origine della sua attrazione. Si era innamorato delle due Laure, proprio della ragione per cui desideravo disperatamente morire. Quella che io consideravo come una maledizione, per lui era una cosa eccitante e onesta. Non rideva della mia sofferenza. L’accettava.

A volte penso di aver qualcuno dentro, ma è un’altra parte di me, più strana. A volte la vedo nello specchio.

Colpa è una parola che lui usa per farmi tacere

Se vado alle orge di Leo, se lascio che mi leghi e a volte mi picchi… la ragione, a parte uno strano piacere, è che sento di appartenere ai luoghi bui come quello. Appartengo agli uomini libidinosi che in realtà sono dei bambini piangenti. Io li provoco, e molto presto cominciano a chiamarmi mammina e ad affondarmi la testa in grembo e a piangere per la sofferenza … e allora devo essere io a dire loro cosa fare. A loro piace così, e il mio posto è fra loro. Deve essere così, altrimenti non sarei così abile

Ho dovuto ridere di lui. Duramente. Ridere finchè i suoi occhi non hanno pero la loro luce. Ho dovuto buttarlo giù, non potevo lasciare che fosse così attraente per la stessa giovane Laura che BOB vuole. Quella che, sono sicura, lui sta aspettando. Per salvarmi, ho dovuto ridere in faccia ad un ragazzo che potrebbe non essere mai più così sincero. Ho dovuto farlo! Perchè fa così male difendere me stessa? Dov'era questo amore per cui supplicavo accasciata sulle mie ginocchia? Dannazione. So che l'ho ferito... Spero che un giorno capisca il perchè. Non schiaccerei mai nessuno nel modo in cui sono stata schiacciata io. Se fossi stata io quella derisa, non so se sarei mai stata di nuovo così onesta - in grado di avvicinarmi a qualcuno anche con il più piccolo complimento, perchè il ricordo della risata risuonerebbe di nuovo nelle mie orecchie

Im so afraid of death im so afraid that no one will believe me until after i have taken the seat that i fear has been saved for me in the darkness. please don't hate me. I never meant to see the small hills and the fire. I never meant to see or let him in, please diary help me explain to everyone that i did not. Want what i have become. I did not want to have certain memories and realizations of him- i only did what any of us can do in any situation , My very best; Love Laura.

I have to go home. Now. It is too dark. This is not a nice place to me right now.