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 More Quotes by Ellen Hopkins More Quotes From Ellen Hopkins When you've only got one little shimmer of sunshine, you capture it best you can. Ellen Hopkins shimmer sunshine littles Yesterday influences today, thus creates tomorrow. Ellen Hopkins tomorrow yesterday today Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity? Ellen Hopkins infinity BEAUTIFUL is stark, disquieting and, quite simply, riveting. Amy Reed is an author to keep on your radar. Ellen Hopkins amy reeds beautiful Don't bother Me with promises. Vows are cheaply manufactured, come with no guarantees. Don't bother to say you love me. The word is indefinable. Joy to some, heartbreak to others, depending on circumstance. There is evidence that the emotion can make a person live longer, evidence it can kill you early. I think it's akin to a deadly disease. Or at least some exotic fever. Catch it, and you'd better, quick, swallow some medication to use as a weapon against the fire ravaging body and soul. Ellen Hopkins fire joy thinking I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air. Ellen Hopkins hate lying past Think long and hard before offering your heart to someone who can only accept it part-time Ellen Hopkins offering heart thinking Light That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in its feathered embrace. I am a snowflake. A wisp of eiderdown, liberated from gravity. My body is light. Ephemeral. My head is light. I want to sway beneath the weight of air, dizzy with thought. Light filters through my closed eyelids. The sun, chasing shadows, tells me I'm not afloat in dreams. Ellen Hopkins light dream winter When the door to love opens, The window to control closes. Ellen Hopkins doors love window That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin, forever alive inside her. And when she needs me, I am always here. Ellen Hopkins forever believe needs 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 faces. Ellen Hopkins fake focus feet That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Ellen Hopkins silhouettes All I can do is lie here, brain turning somersaults. It's nights like these when memories stir, whipping themselves into stiff peaks of pain. Ellen Hopkins pain memories lying ...what good would it do to shutter your windows, never dream of rainbows or find hope in promises? Why choose to walk away rather than hold your ground and fight for love? Ellen Hopkins rainbow fighting dream 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. Sometimes you dont wake up. But if you happen to you know things will never be the same. Sometimes that's not so bad. Sometimes lives instersect, no rhyme, no reason, except, perhaps, for a passing semi. Ellen Hopkins wake-up over-you sometimes Or might the soul clone itself, create a perfect imitation of something yet to be defined? In this way, can a reflection be altered? Ellen Hopkins soul reflection perfect Anger is a valid emotion. It's only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don't want to do. Ellen Hopkins anger emotion want I want the part of you that you refuse to give. Ellen Hopkins refuse want giving This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection. Ellen Hopkins heart sweet sex ...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 want to live. Ellen Hopkins safe want mean
