Ellen Hopkins Quotes - Page 8

Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more.

I wish I were worthy of his love. (Any love.)I should tell him to run. But I can't. I need him.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.

Anger requires energy, something I don't dare waste on what cannot be altered.

It was body rush After body rush, intensity building. Touch me there.

I don’t think God has a gender. I don’t think God hates gays or Democrats, and I don’t think you have to be Born Again to find your way to Heaven. I believe God expects us to care for one another, even those who are different. God wants us to be good stewards of this planet, and that means not wasting or violating its resources. Most of all, it means not blowing it up. Especially not in God’s name.

When all else fails, dream bigger.

Either way, you are in charge. Jealousy works against you. It takes control away from you, hands it over to the opposition. Maintain control.

Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

Think of how they must have loved when all they had was each other.

Alone, there is only the person inside. I've grown to like her better than the stuck-up husk of me. Alone, there is no perfect daughter, no gifted high school junior, no Kristina Georgia Snow. There is only Bree." (Ellen Hopkins)

So when he asked about getting high, I didn't think, I agreed. We smoked some good California green. Took three tries to put me in the place he said I should be.

Smile. Nod. Say something witty before he finds out what an incredible geek you are.

How could I share the way my heart was breaking when my confessor didn’t believe

Funny thing, your brain, how it always functions on one level or another. How, even stuck in some sort of subconcious limbo, it works your lungs, your muscle twitches, your heart, in fact, in symphony with your heart, allowing it to feel love. Pain. Jealousy. Guilt. I wonder if it’s the same for people, lost in comas. Is there really such a thing

The truth is, I've always been afraid of letting anyone get too close. I built a wall around me, a barricade to hide behind those few times someone wanted entry to my heart.

Memory is a tenuous thing. . . . flickering glimpses, blue and white, like ancient, decomposing 16mm film. Happiness escapes me there, where faces are vague and yesterday seems to come tied up in ribbons of pain. Happiness? I look for it intead in today, where memory is something I can still touch, still rely on. I find it in the smiles of new friends, the hope blossoming inside. My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

the not-so-bookish librarian was half angel, half she-devil, so sayeth the rumor mill.

Christmas is far and away my favorite holiday. I love everything about it, from the event that inspired it, hoping for a white one, to wrapping presents. But mostly I love having family and friends gathered, and sharing traditions.

I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.

The Screaming flashed me back to a time when mom and dad were still together if you could call miles apart together.

When you love someone, you don't want to hurt them, even if they deserve to be hurt. When you love someone, you want to hurt them, even when they don't deserve to be hurt.

in a woman's womb. another chance. to make the world better.