Ellen Hopkins, Burned Quotes

Real love finds you once, if you're lucky.

Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

in a woman's womb.another chance.to make the world better.

I had never kissed a boy, had never even considered that I might enjoy such an unclean thing, until literature opened my eyes.

Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.

I felt angry, frustrated.I felt I didn't belong, not in my, church, not in my home, not in my skin.

Honesty. Sobriety. My virginity. No way to regain the first two, I almost gave away the last.

I felt so fine I didn't once overanalyze the perfect emotion, budding inside. The one I'd always feared most.

I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever". Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

I thought he'd run if he knew. Instead, he offered help, not that I believed he could possibly help. I thought he'd turn his back, close his heart, slink away. Instead, he promised sanctuary.

Librarians were like guardian angels, with graying hair and beady eyes, magnified through reading glasses, and always read to recommend new literary windows to gaze through.