Ellen Hopkins Quotes

You know how I get angry sometimes? That's because it's the only way I can still feel. And I need to test myself, to make sure I'm really here.

I feel so alone sometimes. The night is quiet for me. I'd love to be able to sleep. I'll probably not rest. I have no need for all this. Help me, Lord.

To be lonely is to feel unwanted and unloved, and therefor unloveable. Loneliness is a taste of death. No wonder some people who are desperately lonely lose themselves in mental illness or violence to forget the inner pain.

The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abbys of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone.

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.

Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is There's no-one else to blame.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?

So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times, I once contemplated suicide and woulda tried, but when I held that nine, all I could see was my mama's eyes, no one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble, not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you.

If the storm within gets too loud, I take a glass too much to stun myself.

You can run away from home But you can't run away from your pain I sit here alone There's always someone else to blame.

I get so lonely sometimes, I could put a box on my head and mail myself to a stranger.

I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

When I left home, I was going to ride around a little while and then go to my mom's. As I rode and rode and rode, I felt even more anxiety coming upon me about not wanting to live.

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.

The problem is, when I talk about heartbreak or whatever, people want to melt it down to some break-up of a relationship, but it's not about that. If you're a sensitive person, just stepping outside can be heartbreaking.

I realize now I didn't really want to die. I just wanted to stop the hurt and pain.

In my own mind, I was sort of a desperate kid.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

When you get to that point where you don't want to live, and you don't want to die, it's a desperate, horrible place to be. And I just hit my knees. And I had to use 'The Passion of the Christ' to heal my wounds.

I can't imagine that anybody is as screwed up as I am.

Elaine is just in pain. I think Elaine has become very, very sad woman. She is someone who is in deep need of many hours of analysis and I like to think that I'm not that type of person.

Depression - it falls into that small category of things like combat that, if you haven't been in it, you can say you can imagine it all you like. But it's truly different.