No way to get away. No way to get away. Little change to sneak away... insanity. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Communication Was never big in my house. We sat together over dinner, but the only sound you'd hear was crunching and chewing… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
When I was little, my friends would gush over wedding gowns and honeymoons. But I saw too many people flush decades together… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off all sound. Yearn to close out the ugliness, close… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
When you've only got one little shimmer of sunshine, you capture it best you can. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“My body Healed quickly. But the wound to my psyche was deep. Wide. First aid, too little, too late, left me hemorrhaging… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Despite whoever created it, it's my world, & the only one I've got. Might as well make the best of it, right?… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
...Things happened when you were little. Things you don't remember now, and don't want to. But they need to escape, need to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Girls are impossible to satisfy." "Not every girl." Not me. I'd be happy if he'd just like me a little. — 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
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
Not Exactly True That skin hate is dead. There will never be color blindness in a culture of fear. But when you… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I was about six years old, still Daddy's little girl, even though Daddy couldn't care less about me. How could I expect… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
HAPPY EVER AFTER is a concept I'll never believe in. I would be content to sample some little taste of happiness today,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I feel like a goddess, jailed in her Olympus. Little wonder how the gods toyed with humans. Toyed with women, to watch… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone. — 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
