Not exactly. I see a girl who wants to present someone special to the world. Someone beautiful. The pinnacle of beauty. But… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Clear. Cold. Empty. Like how I feel right now. Love is strange. One minute you’re jungle fever. The next you’re Artic winter. — 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
God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I love the way she feels in the curve of my arm. I love her unpretentious beauty, her intelligence, her nerve. But… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
He's solid. "You're fractured." He's hopeful. "You're hopeless." He's always there. "You're half there." He's faithful. "You're so not." He's giving. "You're… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you've fallen in love with a lie.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside? — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“There's a lesson here, and that is I have to find happiness inside myself before I try to partner again.” — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Fireworks. Snowflakes. Sunstroke and frostbite. It was all that I could ask for and completely unexpected. I expected demands. He gifted me… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I don't love him, & he definitely doesn't love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I can see why she feels left behind. Maybe even discarded. Is that why she refuses to accept my love and return… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Sad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
In fact, since the accident, Mom doesn't love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What's left of… — 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
