He did seem like a nice boy. Seeming and being are two different things. Ellen Hopkins More Quotes by Ellen Hopkins More Quotes From Ellen Hopkins Love is only found in books Ellen Hopkins foundlove-isbook I still care for you, you know.. That phrase again. Everyone cares for me. They just don't know how to love me. Ellen Hopkins how-to-lovephrasescare I only have have one question, scraping the inside of me. Answer it, and I will stumble back into her shadow, shut my mouth, never ask again. I've tried to ignore it, but it won't go away. It haunts my dreams, chases me through every single day, and I don't have the strength to turn around, face it down. So please tell me and I swear I'll never ask again. It's in your power to make it go away, and all you have to do is tell me why you love her more. Ellen Hopkins going-awayshadowdream I do have friends, but they don't know me, only someone I've created to take my place. Someone sculpted from ice. I keep the melted me bottled up inside. Where no one can touch her, until, unbidden, she comes pouring out. Ellen Hopkins know-mepouringice THE BAD THING ABOUT FEAR Is it requires a reaction. Some hide. Some cry. But, like a dog condemned to a walled yard with no hope of escape or affection, some learn to bite. Ellen Hopkins affectionyardsdog Life is full of choices. We don't always make good ones. It seems to Kristina you gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in. Bree throws rocks at the feeble glass, laughs Ellen Hopkins rocksglassescrazy Standing Here My entire world far beneath my feet, I should be filled with pride. Instead, I feel overwhelmed by a sense of defeat. Suddenly it comes to me, toes tempted to test the ledge, that there is a way out of this. Clam surety flows through my veins, and as I turn to wave good-bye, I wonder if it will hurt or if a single person will cry at my funeral. I take a deep breath, a final taste of sweet mountain air. I conjure Leona, Emily. Move my feet closer. Closer There's Grandma One, Grandma Two, and their spouses, waiting for me. I see Dad. Cara. Mommy. I screw up my courage, step over Ellen Hopkins dadhurtsweet i expected demands. he gifted me with tenderness. i expected ego. he let me experiment. i expected disrespect. he called me beautiful. i expected him to expect perfection. he taught me all i needed to know. Ellen Hopkins egoperfectionbeautiful They think old people are lame. But they're not. They're awesome, & I know exactly why I think so. It's because they've lived entire lifetimes. Loved. Laughed. Surrendered. Stumbled. Weathered, beaten, still they don't crumble, not even as they inch toward death. Ellen Hopkins lamepeoplethinking The monster likes to talk; he jumps into your head and opens your mouth, making it spout your deepest darkest deceptions. Making you say all the things you'd rather not say, at least not in mixed company." (Ellen Hopkins) Ellen Hopkins deceptionmouthsmonsters I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die. Ellen Hopkins legscircleswings Smile. Nod. Say something witty before he finds out what an incredible geek you are. Ellen Hopkins geekincredibleswitty When you love someone, you don't want to hurt them, even if they deserve to be hurt. When you love someone, you want to hurt them, even when they don't deserve to be hurt. Ellen Hopkins hurtwantlove he sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly. Ellen Hopkins nectarbutterflyheart How could I share the way my heart was breaking when my confessor didn’t believe Ellen Hopkins heartbelieveway I whisper and you close your eyes. I speak and you turn away. If I scream, will you finally hear me beg you to hold me close to you, promise you'll never let go? Ellen Hopkins eyeletting-gopromise Without Warning Sometimes you're traveling a highway, the only road you've ever known, and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you. Ellen Hopkins over-youwarningsometimes Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more. Ellen Hopkins making-lovewaitinglove-you 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? Ellen Hopkins sufferinghomewings Funny thing, your brain, how it always functions on one level or another. How, even stuck in some sort of subconcious limbo, it works your lungs, your muscle twitches, your heart, in fact, in symphony with your heart, allowing it to feel love. Pain. Jealousy. Guilt. I wonder if it’s the same for people, lost in comas. Is there really such a thing Ellen Hopkins funny-thingspainheart
