Fear is a better friend than you, who feel nothing, beneath the weight of my pain. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Some people blunt such pain with dope or booze or a dive into madness, but I don't have such luxuries available to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
All I can do is lie here, brain turning somersaults. It's nights like these when memories stir, whipping themselves into stiff peaks… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“But how do you tell your heart, “No, don't swell with magic, you'll only burst?” How do you tell it to clamp… — 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
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
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
Memory is a tenuous thing. . . . flickering glimpses, blue and white, like ancient, decomposing 16mm film. Happiness escapes me there,… — 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
