Quotes by Ellen Hopkins

Once...Why...lie?...when...truth is...the easier path

Fireworks. Snowflakes. Sunstroke and frostbite. It was all that I could ask for and completely unexpected. I expected demands. He gifted me with tenderness. I expected ego. He let me experiment. I expected disrespect. He called me beautiful. I expected him to expect perfection. He taught me all I needed to know.

In a womans womb another chance to makethe world a better place.

How far we claim to have come - accepting all men as created equal. Gender being the requisite qualifier, as women are not reviewed in the same fashion - their fashion hopefully better suited to the bedroom than the boardroom. And, you know, homosexuals not really being men, cannot be judged equivalent to their stiffer-wristed brethren. On religion, well, some Christians are willing to make room for a Jew or two in their inner circles. But Mecca-facing prayer must be met with flaming crosses. Close your eyes to the details, the big picture can still be viewed through rose-colored glass. But go any distance beyond the rhetoric, truth becomes a shadowed lens.

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 feel cheap for doing exactly what they beg for

Back turned, you dont have to look at what youve left behind. And the person who first turned their back on you cant watch you break down and cry. Never allow an enemy to see weakness in you.

Shes no longer afraid to die. What shes afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

I had never kissed a boy, had never even considered that I might enjoy such an unclean thing, until literature opened my eyes.

Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

So you try to think of someone else youre mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

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

LightThats how I feel-like the winter-fringedbreeze might scoopme up into its wings,flyaway with me trappedin its feathered embrace.I am a snowflake.A wisp of eiderdown,liberatedfrom gravity. My bodyis light. Ephemeral.My head is light.I want to swaybeneaththe weight of air,dizzy with thought.Light filters throughmy closed eyelids.The sun,chasing shadows,tells me Im notafloat in dreams.

Me? Beautiful? Im plain as cardboard. That may be how you see yourself, but the rest of the world would be hard to agree. You shine brighter than the Milky Way.Now there are those who might try to take that from you, but you dont have to give it away. Keep on shining Pattyn.And when the right young man comes along, hell love you all the more for giftin this sad planet with your light.

Forgiveness isn’t my best thing.Easier staying pissed. But I’mtired of being pissed all the time.Tired of feeling hurt by stuff thatcan never be fixed because it isan indelible part of the past.

In fact, since the accident, Mom doesnt love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. Whats left of us anyway. We are corpses.At first, we sought rebirth. But resurrection devoid of her love has made us zombies. We get up every morning, skip breakfast, hurry off to work or school. For in those other places, we are more at home.And sometimes we stagger beneath the weight of grief, the immensity of aloneness.

Dream bigger before you cant remember to dream at all.

Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside that you didn’t dare let them escape, in case they blew you wide open

Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside that you didnt dare let them escape, in case they blew you wide open?

Afraid to die loveless. Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, thats how youll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen. Do you think hell is fiery? I dont. I think hell is frozen.

Our past may shape us, but it doesnt define who we become.