Top 350 Ellen Hopkins Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?”

— Ellen Hopkins

252. “Flying Is that what it’s like when you die? Do you slip out of your skin, go soaring up into a butterscotch sky? Do you surf waves of light? How far? How high? I hope that’s what it’s like, but I’m afraid it’s a lot more like falling with no net to catch you, and no way of knowing how hard you will hit or where you’ll stop. Will you touch down back on Earth, or will you land in the nightmare you always feared you’d never wake up from?”

— Ellen Hopkins

253. “Was I saved, or was fate simply too damn busy killing other people that day to catch up to me, too?”

— Ellen Hopkins

254. “This building disguised as a house of worship, was rather like a hive. A backward hive, for honeybees, at least, have the good sense to worship the female that gifts them all with life. They do not hold their drones in such high esteem. But here, is the hive of hornets, the males flitted flower to flower, pollinating, and stinging and injecting their poison.”

— Ellen Hopkins

255. “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.”

— Ellen Hopkins

256. “Even without them touching me, I feel dirty about what I do. Alex does even filthier things but says it all washes off with soap. I don’t believe that. I think it all leaves stains. Indelible stains.”

— Ellen Hopkins

257. “God wasn’t love, couldn’t be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.”

— Ellen Hopkins

258. “I know it may sound weird, but looking death square in the eye made me question the unknown. What happens after we exhale our last breathe? Do we really see an otherworldly light? Does God send angels to guide us home? Or when our eyes close, do we forfeit sight? And will our earthly spirits forever roam?”

— Ellen Hopkins

259. “When I was little, my friends would gush over wedding gowns and honeymoons. But I saw too many people flush decades together down the toilet over money or kids or meaningless flings. My own parents chose to stay married, which I think is rather funny, since they show about as much affection for each other as pit bulls in a ring. Tying the knot means slipping a noose around love and choking it to death.”

— Ellen Hopkins

260. “I’m holding Eden in my hands, and it makes me glad there is no God to take this garden away from me.”

— Ellen Hopkins

261. “But if there is a hereafter, one my father has been welcomed into, it must be a godless wasteland.”

— Ellen Hopkins

262. “Sometimes I’m not so sure just who I am either.”

— Ellen Hopkins

263. “Why are people so afraid of giving their kids necessary information that might prevent an unwanted pregnancy or disease? But they’re not worried about the violent nature of video games or movies or books...”

— Ellen Hopkins

264. “Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.”

— Ellen Hopkins

265. “Certain of misfire, my heart threatens to stop.”

— Ellen Hopkins

266. “Would I drown saving him?”

— Ellen Hopkins

267. “I really have to wonder who or what made Daddy become this way. Babies aren’t born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It’s fashioned.”

— Ellen Hopkins

268. “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

269. “Life isn’t fair, and luck? That is something you create.”

— Ellen Hopkins

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

— Ellen Hopkins

271. “Why doesn’t love come with an owner’s manual?”

— Ellen Hopkins

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

— Ellen Hopkins

273. “The love of her life dissolved into dreams.”

— Ellen Hopkins

274. “How can I respect a house where women are no more than servants? How can I respect rules laid down by a phantom father? How can I respect a man who...”

— Ellen Hopkins

275. “Authors have to write for their characters, for who they are, that’s the strength of books. Don’t worry about censors. Just write the story you need to tell and the rewards will come.”

— Ellen Hopkins

276. “Always before, I just said no, left it solidly there. I waver now. I want to share everything with him. Want to know what he knows, feel what he feels, share the same space he’s in.”

— Ellen Hopkins

277. “Falling in love can happen to complete strangers. Staying in love requires being best friends and that means accepting the person beneath the veneer.”

— Ellen Hopkins

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

— Ellen Hopkins

279. “Evil is not intrinsic. It’s fashioned.”

— Ellen Hopkins

280. “The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.”

— Ellen Hopkins

281. “Why does time erode relationships? Is there a way to avoid its relentless lapping? Is any love strong enough to withstand the chipping away?”

— Ellen Hopkins

282. “A vacation is a poor substitute for love.”

— Ellen Hopkins

283. “How odd, to suddenly glimpse a facet of me I didn’t know existed. I guess it really isn’t all that unusual to surprise oneself with an ugly bit of ego.”

— Ellen Hopkins

284. “It’s just so hard to feel good, you know?”

— Ellen Hopkins

285. “Pray you could somehow stop the uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain...”

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286. “If you acquaint yourself with yourself, you don’t always like the person you find inside.”

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

— Ellen Hopkins

288. “Pretty isn’t good enough.”

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289. “Two huge questions keep dangling in front of you, like proverbial carrots in front of the donkey. One: Do you want love? And two: Are you able to give it? Either you’re terrified of the emotion or you’re a sociopath.”

— Ellen Hopkins

290. “I am the voice of Violence. You know me. You do. I’ve made my presence clear though you may pretend otherwise. We need each other, you and I.”

— Ellen Hopkins

291. “White nationalism? Definitely not her cup of hate. But it is yours.”

— Ellen Hopkins

292. “Think of how they must have loved when all they had was each other.”

— Ellen Hopkins

293. “Holy effing moly.”

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294. “Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who’s supposed to protect you.”

— Ellen Hopkins

295. “Mistakes are easy to come by. Why make the same one twice?”

— Ellen Hopkins

296. “Except when it comes to Mom. She is, and always has been, the driving force in this family. And sometimes that means driving us head-on, no possible change of course, into a wall.”

— Ellen Hopkins

297. “I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done.”

— Ellen Hopkins

298. “Nobody seems to care that with every push to live up to their expectations, my own dreams vaporize.”

— Ellen Hopkins

299. “I want to know living love. And I don’t want to wait for it.”

— Ellen Hopkins

300. “Was the fun in the fall?”

— Ellen Hopkins