Ellen Hopkins Quotes

Being in love is something like poetry. Certainly, you can analyze and expound its various senses and intentions, but there is always something left over, mysteriously hovering between music and meaning.

Love is just a word, but you bring it definition.

Whatever 'in love' means.

A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her imagination, and then they both speak of it as an affair of 'the heart.

The ultimate language of love is music... The ultimate connector.

When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.

Love is the net where hearts are caught like fish.

Love is deep, a mystery - who wants to understand its every particular?

Love is the main generator of all good writing... Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.

I love you, he thought, looking at Win. I love every part of you, every thought and word...the entire complex, fascinating bundle of all the things you are. I want you with ten different kinds of need at once. I love all the seasons of you, the way you are now, the thought of how much more beautiful you'll be in the decades to come. I love you for being the answer to every question my heart could ask.

Love is more than a word. It's a noun and a verb.

You know love is everything you say A whisper, a word Promises you give You feel it in the heartbeat of the day You know this is the way love is

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

Love is like the little red toy wagon you get for your Christmas or your sixth birthday. It makes you deliriously happy and you just can't leave it alone. But sooner or later the wheels come off. Then you leave it in a corner and forget it. Falling in love is great. Being in love is a disaster

This could be it, I think I'm in love. It's love this time... It just seems to fit, I think I'm in love... This love is mine.

Darling -- I suppose the world would consider us absolutely crazy, but it is wonderful to feel that way, isn't it? Sort of a perpetual springtime in our hearts.

Love is the one surprise.

I had fallen in love. What I mean is: I had begun to recognize, to isolate the signs of one of those from the others, in fact I waited for these signs I had begun to recognize, I sought them, responded to those signs I awaited with other signs I made myself, or rather it was I who aroused them, these signs from her, which I answered with other signs of my own . . .

Love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.

Being in love, rather than giving or taking love, is the only thing that provides stability. Being in love means seeing the Beloved all around me.

Being in love means seeing the Beloved all around me.

Love is a robber and he lives within your eyes.

Art is much, but love is more.

Being in love doesn't mean loving.