Forever made that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Girls get screwed. Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they're always on the short end of things. The way… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Some people never find the right kind of love. You know, the kind that steals your breath away, like diving into snowmelt.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Red and raw like my heart, pried from your's, the two beating, no longer together, but a thousand miles between them when… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Heart Breaking, I think that if Dad, staring down the sight of a 10mm, would only tell me he loves me, I… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
How could I share the way my heart was breaking when my confessor didn’t believe — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Our meeting, touching, accidentally connecting immediately, interwoven hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
It wasn't my first kiss, maybe it wasn't my best kiss, but it was pretty fine, and the fact that he had… — 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
Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
The truth is, I've always been afraid of letting anyone get too close. I built a wall around me, a barricade to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
God is love," she said. "And he respects love, whether it's between a parents, and child, a man and woman, or friends.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Think long and hard before offering your heart to someone who can only accept it part-time — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Funny thing, your brain, how it always functions on one level or another. How, even stuck in some sort of subconcious limbo,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I… — 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
