Can a dream be wrong? Aren't dreams God's way of telling you things? — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Not slumber, but sleep just this side of waking, where dreams fuse with reality.” — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
...what good would it do to shutter your windows, never dream of rainbows or find hope in promises? Why choose to walk… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
You were a summer gift, one I'll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
And this is a kiss like none before, a kiss that could overcome the dark of deep space night. It's a falling… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Private dreams Snare you. Swallow you. Make you feel like you're all alone, like you don't want to sleep and fall into… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
You are a gift to all who know you, whether or not they realize it. If they don't, they are blind. You… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Eyes Tell Stories But do they know how to craft fiction? Do they know how to spin lies? His eyes swear forever,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Light That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Ghosts Take shape under moonlight, materialize in dreams. Shadows. Silhouettes of what is no more. But ghosts don't bother me. The day… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I only have have one question, scraping the inside of me. Answer it, and I will stumble back into her shadow, shut… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Dream Bigger You think. Stop letting small minded people dictate your future when all they really want is for you to accomplish… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
crawling up into daddy's lap when dad was still DADDY nodding my head against his chest soaking in the comfort of his… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I've been alone since my mom met Scott. He sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly. No nurture, no nourishment left… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I wonder how long it would take him to realize I'm right as sin - it's the rest of the world that's wrong. I'm… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Do you know how beautiful you are?' I shook my head 'I'm not. But you make me fell like I am.' I wanted to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
...life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you're only existing. Not living. I… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
So You Want to Know All about her. Who she really is. (Was?) Why she swerved off the high road. Hard left to nowhere,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I don’t belong here. I know that. But I don’t belong anywhere else, either. And that is at the heart of the black depression… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
