706 Quotes by Ellen Hopkins

Aunt Cora says it’s my aura. “I see them, you know. Yours is dark. Sort of like black coffee, although it fluctuates. Sometimes there are little flecks of gold. If you could make those coalesce, turn your aura more toffee than coffee, things would be different.

I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty – flowers, seashells, dragonflies – have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.

Paradise A concept embraced by almost every culture. A land of peace and harmony. Some say it doesn’t belong to the earth, that there is no Shangri-la, no utopian wilderness for the living.

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.

Long trip, long day, no thanks, I’ll stay. Okay.

Without a doubt I understand the monster and I are more than just friends. We’re blood brothers.

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

Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she’s okay. Is that too much to ask?

It wants, but does not demand. It asks, but doesn’t take. It gives, and pleads for more. It is filled with desire, but also curiosity, and it teaches me that a kiss should come gift wrapped, not stripped naked.