Ellen Hopkins Quotes

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

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

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.

Was the fun in the fall?

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.

When all choice is taken from you, life becomes a game of survival.

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.

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

you fly until you crash two days two nights no sleep, no food, come down off the monster YOU CRASH REAL HARD

Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia.

How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?

I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.

Forever has no meaning when you're living in the moment. I wasn't ready for that moment to end.

Our past may shape us, but it doesn't define who we become.

Real love finds you once, if you're lucky.

Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?

Every high has an equal, measurable low.

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

When the door to love opens, The window to control closes.

I haven't cried since Mom died. I mean, after something like that, what's left to cry about, right? But I let myself cry now. Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it. (266)

I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.

As the old saying goes, "sometimes loving someone means letting them go.

Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love.

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

You gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in.

If all you can promise me is today, I'll take it and hope for tomorrow.

It's just so hard to feel good, you know?

Love can complete you. It can also destroy you.

Everyone's afraid of everybody else...maybe because we're all afraid of ourselves.

Life is full of choices. We don't always make good ones.

Yeah, I know getting high isn't so smart. Ask me if I care.

Possibilities ...in the closet ...itching ...to break out ...but afraid of ...the fallout

And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future-you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get nice house.

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

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

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

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

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

I was about six years old, still Daddy's little girl, even though Daddy couldn't care less about me. How could I expect any man every would?

The love of her life dissolved into dreams.

Kaeleigh, queen of passive, all the time saying no, but not strong enough to mean it.

I whisper and you close your eyes. I speak and you turn away. If I scream, will you finally hear me beg you to hold me close to you, promise you'll never let go?

The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you've fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.

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

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.