Ellen Hopkins Quotes - Page 12

Innocence eroded into nightmare. All because of very bad touch. Love, corrupted.

It's just so hard to feel good, you know?" I do know. And more than that, it's just so incredibly hard to feel. (54)

Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window to control closes.

You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books.

Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it's hard to turn it back on again.

Is it wrong to leave relative security in favor of unknown risk at the side of someone you love?

I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.

Forever made that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender.

No way to get away. No way to get away. Little change to sneak away... insanity.

I love you so much when i see you i get butterflies

As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.

THE BAD THING ABOUT FEAR Is it requires a reaction. Some hide. Some cry. But, like a dog condemned to a walled yard with no hope of escape or affection, some learn to bite.

Must be nice to have that kind of unshakable belief in a merciful higher power.

Pretty That's what I am, I guess. I mean, people have been telling me that's what I am since I was two. Maybe younger. Pretty as a picture. (Who wants to be a cliché?) Pretty as an angel. (Can you see them?) Pretty as a butterfly. (But isn't that really just a glam bug?) Cliché, invisible, or insectlike, I grew up knowing I was pretty and believing everything good about me had to do with how I looked. The mirror was my best friend. Until it started telling me I wasn't really pretty enough.

Ghosts don't scare me. Flesh and blood people do.

Bad choices or good, if you never take chances, someone else will build your life for you.

School used to be an escape. Now it's just another place with too much pressure, too much confrontation, & so not enough joy.

Never accept evil as something you must walk with, something you deserve.

‎Perfect? How can you define a word without concrete meaning?

No one teaches you how to walk away from someone who you know loves you. NO one teaches you how to say good-bye.

How odd, to suddenly glimpse a facet of me I didn't know existed. I guess it really isn't all that unusual to surprise oneself with an ugly bit of ego.

Ask me, it's a sin to pervert faith with religion. Despite every church, mosque, & synagogue in it, this is not the world any God worth his salt would have created.

At Last It's a perfect winter day. No wind. No Arctic freeze. Cloudless azure sky. A day to fly. Snow drapes the mountain like ermine, fabulous feather- light powder coaxing me to flee the confines of my room, brave the mostly plowed road up to the closest ski resort. To run from the cloying silence connected Mom and Dad, into encompassing stillness far away from city dirt and noise Far above suburban gridlock. Far beyond the grasp of home.

Maybe Life is random. No fate. No God. Just Time.

Sometimes I'm not so sure just who I am either.