Ellen Hopkins Quotes

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real

And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.

Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds, ghosts, membranes, retinas or rags; and they quickly fill up with un-things: old legs and wings and heads and hollow abdomens and body bags of wasps.

I'm light and airy.

Nothing weighs on me. I don't feel any weight.

Dreams weigh nothing. - Marie Antoinette

Float with me in the world of ether.

Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion.

How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!

I don't feel like it's pressure. It's more of an obligation - not to entertain or be funny, but to have a certain levity. I mean, there's got to be a lightness in your leg. You have to be as light as you can be, and you don't have to be weighted down, stuck in your emotions and stuck in your body, stuck in your head. You just want to try and elevate something.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

It's easy to be heavy; hard to be light.

We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.

My Mama Moved Among the Days My Mama moved among the days like a dreamwalker in a field; seemed like what she touched was here seemed like what touched her couldn't hold, she got us almost through the high grass then seemed like she turned around and ran right back in right back on in

Life is only what you wonder. Day is light as your brightest dream.

We're free out here, really free for the first time. We're floating, literally. Gravity can't bow our backs or break our arches or tame our ideas. You know, it's only out here that stupid people like us can really think. The weightlessness gets our thoughts and we can sort them. Ideas grow out here like nowhere else - it's the right environment for them. Anyone can get into space, if he wants to hard enough. The ticket is a dream.

I fly in dreams, I know it is my privilege, I do not recall a single situation in dreams when I was unable to fly. To execute every sort of curve and angle with a light impulse, a flying mathematics - that is so distinct a happiness that it has permanently suffused my basic sense of happiness.

She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.

Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile