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
I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Raining radiation on this ozone-deprived planet. The only thing she ever longed for was short-lived love.” — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I think it’s easy to confuse love with other things. Lust, for one. Need, for another” — 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
“You share a toast with me: Here's to seasonal madness, part-time relatives, and substitutes for love.” — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
The first time I kissed you. One kiss, and I was totally hooked. Addicted to you. I could never love anyone the… — 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… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Do not give up on yourself, on the truths you have realized. Do not give in to those who would crush your… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
But hey, I'm not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction… — 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
I never went to Albuquerque expecting to find love. I thought it had found me there, followed me home. I never came… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I still care for you, you know.. That phrase again. Everyone cares for me. They just don't know how to love me. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Love is an elixir, so poets claim, a frothy hormonal brew to cure what's ailing you. Drink it in. Sip it slowly.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“For a long while. Finally she says, I don't believe in love. Not sure it really exists, but even if it does… — 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… — 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
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
“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
Being In Love Means hard questions. Will I? Won't I? Should I? Could I? Yes? No? You? Me? There is no me… — 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
“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
“I truly wish the power of his love could eclipse the overwhelming shame.” — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
As the old saying goes, "sometimes loving someone means letting them go. — 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
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
Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever. — 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
When you love someone, you don't want to hurt them, even if they deserve to be hurt. When you love someone, you… — 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
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
You have a special place in the world. All you have to do is find it. Do not give up on yourself,… — 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
