Quotes by Ellen Hopkins

This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isnt about sex. Its about connection.

You were a summer gift, one Ill always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things Ill never really see. Youre the best thing that will ever happen to me.

Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But theres no happily ever after. Youll only find happy endings in books. Some books.

Real love finds you once, if youre lucky.

God is love, she said. And he respects love, whether its between a parents, and child, a man and woman, or friends. I dont think he cares about religion one little bit. Live your life right. Love with all your heart. Dont hurt others, and help those in need. That is all you need to know. And dont worry about heaven. If it exists, youll be welcome.

Id sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you.

Girls get screwed.Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, theyre always on the short end of things.The way things work, how guys feel great, but make girls feelcheap for doingexactly what they beg for.The way they get to play you, all the while claiming they love you and making you believe its true.The way its okay to gift their heart one day, a backhand the next, to move on to the apricotwhen the peach blushes and bruises.These things make me believe Gods a man after all.

Did you ever, when you were little, endure your parents’ warnings, then wait for them to leave the room, pry loose protective covers and consider inserting some metal object into an electrical outlet? Did you wonder if for once you might light up the room? When you were big enough to cross the street on your own, did you ever wait for a signal, hear the frenzied approach of a fire truck and feel like stepping out in front of it? Did you wonder just how far that rocket ride might take you? When you were almost grown, did you ever sit in a bubble bath, perspiration pooling, notice a blow dryer plugged in within easy reach, and think about dropping it into the water? Did you wonder if the expected rush might somehow fail you? And now, 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?

in a womans womb.another chance.to make the world better.

HOW do you define a word without concrete meaning? To each his own, the saying goes, soWHYpush to attain an ideal state of being that no two random people will agree isWHERE you want to be? Faultless. Finished. Incomparable. People can never be these, and anyway,WHENdid creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the personWHOlives inside your skin? The outside belongs to others. Only you should decide for you -WHATis perfect.

Can a dream be wrong? Arent dreams Gods way of telling you things?

God wasnt love, couldnt be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.

Theres a lesson here, and that is I have to find happiness inside myself before I try to partner again.

A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little childs kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us. We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.

Spilling a Secret What its size, will have varying consequences. It’s not possible to predict what will happen if you open the gunnysack, let the cat escape. A liberated feline might purr on your lap, or it might scratch your eyes out. You can’t tell until you loosen the knot. Do you chance losing a friendship, if that friend’s well-being will only be preserved by betraying sworn-to silence trust? Once the seam is ripped, can it be mended again? And if that proves impossible, will you be okay when it all falls to pieces?

There is strength in forgiveness.

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

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

Nobody seems to care that with every push to live up to their expectations, my own dreams vaporize.

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on...