Ellen Hopkins Quotes - Page 5

All I can do is lie here, brain turning somersaults. It's nights like these when memories stir, whipping themselves into stiff peaks of pain.

Cleansed, chlorinated to the point of chemical peel, sore muscles relieved, I felt almost human again. Tiptoe to my room, up a darkened hall, past closed doors, I wondered if I'd ever feel completely human again.

I never went to Albuquerque expecting to find love. I thought it had found me there, followed me home. I never came home expecting to lose love in the space of one brief telephone call. Is it always so short-lived?

The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.

Sorry. But I don't need some money-grubbing preacher defining my relationship with God.

I hide hurt behind a fake smile. I wear it all the time. Everyone says how I always look so cheerful. Shows what they know I guess.

Easier, sometimes, to gulp down giant spoonfuls of uncertainty than it is to swallow throat-clogging capsules of what really is.

One Time, One Day between Davie and Roberta , I asked my mom why she persisted, kept on having baby after baby, She looked at me, at a spot between my eyes, blinking like I had suddenly fallen crazy. She paused before answering as if to confide would legitimize my fears. She drew a deep breath, leaned against the chair. I touched her hand and I thought she might cry. Instead she put baby Davie in my arms Pattyn, she said, it's a woman's role. I decided if it was my role, I'd rather disappear.

Some people never find love at all, count yourself blessed if it ever happens your way

Only by confronting your demons can you ever hope to conquer them.

Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.

I know he wants to get serious. He's definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.

She's incredible, not that she's perfect. But you once said imperfections create character.

Yesterday influences today, thus creates tomorrow.

I can't change what has happened in the past, Kaeleigh. I can only promise to make the future better.

empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.

I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable.

Religion is for followers... Followers and puppets.

Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.

Being In Love Means hard questions. Will I? Won't I? Should I? Could I? Yes? No? You? Me? There is no me without you. Is there a you without me? And if were truly one. how will I breathe when circomstance pries us apart? You are my oxygen. my substance, the blood inside my veins. When we touch, you are my skin. hold all my joy inside of you. When you go, I wither.

And almost instantly, Daddy made everything seem just fine. Even when it wasn't.

Freedom is a double-edged ideal, because true freedom comes without the protection of laws that also enslave us by defining us--female, male; Christian, Islamic; good, evil. All at the whim of a frail minority.

Life is full of choices. We don't always make good ones. It seems to Kristina you gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in. Bree throws rocks at the feeble glass, laughs

A whole big, giant world full of men. Men with blue eyes. Brown eyes. Green eyes. And indescribable shades in between. Tall men. Short men. Skinny men. Built men. And all combinations thereof. Nice men (so I've heard, but never really seen). Mean men. Decent men, indecent. And who knows which is the best kind to have, to hold, to love? I'd say, with so many men in the world, it would pay to sample a few. Scratch that. More than a few. Lots and lots. And then a few more. And maybe, after years of research, you might find one worth not throwing back. But hey, the fun is in the fishing.

Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia.