Ellen Hopkins Quotes about Pain

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HAPPY EVER AFTER is a concept I'll never believe in. I would be content to sample some little taste of happiness today, tonight, right now. Though I know without a doubt that tomorrow will come saturated with pain. Life

HAPPY EVER AFTER is a concept I'll never believe in. I would be content to sample some little taste of happiness today, tonight, right now. Though I know without a doubt that tomorrow will come saturated with pain. Life is like that. At least my life. And honestly, I cant think of anyone whose life is any different. The price tag for joy is misery. [...]

Ellen Hopkins

Pain, Believe, Thinking

I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?

Ellen Hopkins

Pain, Believe, Needs

Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off all sound. Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light. Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast away all jeapordy. Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain. Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.

Ellen Hopkins

Pain, Memories, Cutting

Ellen Hopkins (2008). “Impulse”, p.7, Simon and Schuster

And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death.

Ellen Hopkins

Pain, Veins, Alive

Ellen Hopkins (2008). “Impulse”, p.78, Simon and Schuster

Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.

Ellen Hopkins

Pain, Needs, Way

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.

Ellen Hopkins

Pain, Memories, Lying

Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.

Ellen Hopkins

Pain, Heart, Eye

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

Ellen Hopkins

Pain, Heart, Funny Things

Ellen Hopkins (2012). “Ellen Hopkins: Crank Trilogy”, p.148, Simon and Schuster

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.

Ellen Hopkins

Memories, Pain, Past