Ellen Hopkins Quotes

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on...

Perfection is a ridiculous goal because there is no such thing. Real beauty is what you are inside.

What we strive for, ultimately, is love. You won't find real love because you're beautiful on the outside. It is drawn to inner beauty. Spend your energy crafting that, and you will know true love.

Yes, it takes two to dance. But somebody has to lead.

Tying the know means slipping a noose around love and choking it to death.

The Screamingflashed me back to a timewhen mom and dad were still togetherif you could call miles apart together.

Sometimes, you don't wake up.But if you happento, you know thingswill never bethe same.

Aloneeverything changes.Some might call it distorted realitybut it's exactly the place I need to be.

In a woman's womb another chance to makethe world a better place.

Back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the person who first turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry. Never allow an enemy to see weakness in you.

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

Forgiveness isn’t my best thing.Easier staying pissed. But I’mtired of being pissed all the time.Tired of feeling hurt by stuff thatcan never be fixed because it isan indelible part of the past.

Dream bigger before you can't remember to dream at all.

Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside that you didn’t dare let them escape, in case they blew you wide open

Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside that you didn't dare let them escape, in case they blew you wide open?

Afraid to die loveless. Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen. Do you think hell is fiery? I don't. I think hell is frozen.

...what good would it do toshutter your windows, neverdream of rainbows or find hopein promises? Why choose to walk awayrather than hold your groundand fight for love?

Love is more than blind. It's brain-dead.

Funny thing about the monster.The worse he treats you, the more you love him.

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

Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?

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.

Parenting should be a passion, not a part-time pursuit.

The problems with lies is they start to pile up, one on top of another, until it's hard to find your way out from under the heap.

I blamed the Bible, when its words were not at fault, only the way they’re interpretedby those too willingto wield them like chain saws, cutting others off at the knees.

I keep hearing that love isn't a logical emotion. Should I worry about that?

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

We kissed for aboutthe thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuildingof shattered trust.

Our kiss eclipses all others, real, imagine, dreamed of. It is the beginning of time, it is the end of the ages.

Taking no chances means wasting your dreams..

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

But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I'm not liablefor my actions. So screw it, I'll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions

I've been alone since my mom met Scott.He sucked the nectar from her heartlike a famished butterfly. No nurture, no nourishment left for Kristina.A vacation is a poor substitutefor love.

It's not easy to get close to anyone.... Everyone's afraid of everybody else.... maybe because we're all afraid of ourselves.

I think it’s easyto confuse love with other things.Lust, for one. Need, for another

I'm afraid it will never be perfect again. I am indelibly stained. Forever redefined, but blurred around the edges.

A chatWith the Grim Reapershould be enough to scareaway any thought of relapse.Wish it were that easy, but not even days conversingwith death can disintegratethe claws of addiction.

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.

And the scary thing is, I’m on a fast track to that same aviary. Unless I find my wings.

Life is all about change. If it were static, think about how boring it would be. You can't be afraid of it, and you can't worry that you'll mess things up.

Innocence eroded into nightmare.All because of very bad touch.Love, corrupted.

...Things happenedwhen you were little. Things youdon't remember now, and don't wantto. But they need to escape, need to worm their way outof that dark place in your brainwhere you keep them stashed.

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.

Babies aren't born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

...I know there's no such thing as forever. So what can we be, in the now?

What I don't like is what it sometimes takes to win. Backstabbing. Manipulation. Out-and-out bribery once in a while, and not always the monetary kind.

I don't believe in God, don't believe in the devil. Unless you want to count my mother. She might be Satan's sister, I suppose.

And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers' poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there.