Ellen Hopkins Quotes

We only consult the ear because the heart is wanting.

If you've never had a mother or a father, you grow up seeking something you're never going to find, ever. You seek it in love and in people and in beauty.

Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.

A certain something, he felt, had managed to work its way in through a tiny opening and was trying to fill a blank space inside him. The void was not one that she had made. It had always been there inside him. She had merely managed to shine a special light on it.

Half the sum of attraction, on either side, might have been enough, for he had nothing to do, and she had hardly any body to love." (of Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth, Persuasion)

It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.

... we always love best the people who need us.

Perhaps a great love is never returned.

Now and then it's clear to me, that need is love, and love is need.

You're the light I can never have and I'm the darkness you'll never succumb to.

The emptier a person's heart is, the more he or she needs to buy, own, and consume.

I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.

Somewhere in the world there was a young woman with such splendid understanding that she'd see him entire, like a poem or story, and find his words so valuable after all that when he confessed his apprehensions she would explain why they were in fact the very things that made him precious to her...and to Western Civilization! There was no such girl, the simple truth being.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

Is it perhaps the one necessity of love, that it be needed? And the one great human tragedy that it so rarely is?

Ah woe is me, through all my daysWisdom and wealth I both have got,And fame and name and great men's praise;But Love, ah! Love I have it not.

Love is the pursuit of shadows.

When you've never gotten love from someone, you don't know what it might look like if it ever does appear. You look for it in everything: any bright light overhead could be a star.

But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.

It's a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them--and they simply don't need you. That's all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they'll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on--this desperate need--and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.

If there is no love in your heart - so sorry, Then there is no hope for you - true, true

The greatest cure for love is still that time honoured medicine - love returned.

Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.