706 Quotes by Ellen Hopkins

Some people never find love at all, count yourself blessed if it ever happens your way

Or might the soul clone itself, create a perfect imitation of something yet to be defined? In this way, can a reflection be altered?

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

He did seem like a nice boy. Seeming and being are two different things.

You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.

Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.

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.

Would I drown saving him?

empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.