Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession. — 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Love is Chocolate The unprocessed kind. Dark. Bitter. But always with the promise of sweet perfection. All it takes is sugar- that… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Love Is a curious thing. Sometimes it barrels into you, leaves you breathless. Other times, it comes in- to your life, a tentative beam of morning sun sneaking through the blinds, and you think this light isn't possible. The shutters are drawn. Night should linger on. I don't feel like waking. Yet the room comes slowly lit. Sleep slithers away,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
“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
