Some people never find love at all, count yourself blessed if it ever happens your way — 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
My priest tells me i should not date a mormon but im just too in love with you that i'm willing to… — 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
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
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
“I Want to Shout Leave me alone! What's wrong with you? Don't you remember who I am? Who you are? This is… — 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
“Raining radiation on this ozone-deprived planet. The only thing she ever longed for was short-lived love.” — 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
Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love. — 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
Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession. — 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
“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
“Humans aren't inherently good- a ludicrous proposition. Instinctively, people are barbarians. Cannibals, even. They eat each other alive, get off on torture,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Innocence eroded into nightmare. All because of very bad touch. Love, corrupted. — 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
THE BAD THING ABOUT FEAR Is it requires a reaction. Some hide. Some cry. But, like a dog condemned to a walled… — 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
