Ellen Hopkins
Ellen Hopkins
Ellen Louise Hopkinsis a novelist who has published several New York Times bestselling novels that are popular among the teenage and young adult audience...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth26 March 1955
CityLong Beach, CA
CountryUnited States of America
giving want refuse
I want the part of you that you refuse to give.
yesterday today tomorrow
Yesterday influences today, thus creates tomorrow.
heart thinking offering
Think long and hard before offering your heart to someone who can only accept it part-time
pregnancy book kids
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...
special world realizing
But more importantly, you are a gift, to all who know you, whether or not they realize it. If they don't, they are blind. You have a special place in this world. All you hvae to do is find it.
information example blame
Learning by example is valid, but when you have the information to know that turning in a certain direction can lead you to a very wrong place, most of the "blame" is on the individual.
heart my-heart certain
Certain of misfire, my heart threatens to stop.
different
I am different. And I don't understand exactly how. And I don't understand just why.
falling-in-love lying love-is
The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you've fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.
voice
A best friend is your voice when you can't find it.
memories past
My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.
heart kissing forever
It wasn't my first kiss, maybe it wasn't my best kiss, but it was pretty fine, and the fact that he had asked will forever make that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender it made me cry.
confused intelligent sky
I'm sad. Pressed down by sorrow. I'm angry. Pissed at God, if there is one, and the way things are. I'm scared. Confused by the whys. Why are we here? Is there, really, some intelligent design? Why do we cry for someone who leaves us if there's some Grand Pearly Gate in the sky? Why worry about how we build our lives if the ultimate ending for all is death, a single breath away? (358)
children moving airplane
A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.