Ellen Hopkins Quotes

I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time.

He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

I have shed many tears of pain and indignation.

Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.

Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

How many young hearts have revealed the fact that what they had been trained to imagine, the highest earthly felicity, was but the beginning of care, disappointment, and sorrow, and often led to the extremity of mental and physical suffering.

There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.

Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.

Night is torment. That is why people go to sleep. To avoid clear sight and torment.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

Misery and shame are nearly allied.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

To be more precise it was the color of heartache.

My mind was bursting with depression and anguish. I muttered imprecations and murmuring as I passed along. I was full of loathing and abhorrence of life, and all that life carries in its train.

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

There was a lot of sorrow in [Johnny] Cash's life. Even while he's trying to make music to inspire people he's fighting day after day with his own demons and sorrows.