Ellen Hopkins Quotes

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, 'Cause I remember it all, all, all... too well...

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.

Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

Few have wished for memory so much as they have longed for forgetfulness.

Feeling no remorse must be a blessing when all you have are your memories

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.

Memory's so treacherous. One moment you're lost in a carnival of delights with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon on puberty, all that sentimental candyfloss. The next, it leads you somewhere you don't want to go.. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you'd hoped were forgotten.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers...She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on.

Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

Well, I would have much preferred to have had a normal childhood. I would have loved it if my greatest dilemma, at 14, was whether to go to Benetton for my pullovers. I would have preferred not to have cried all the tears I have cried.

I hate the past - especially my own past.

There is nothing on earth that could ever make me want to relive certain years of my life when I was young.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

If you wanted to torture me, you'd tie me down and force me to watch our first five videos.

What else does anyone have except for a collection of slightly painful memories?

The thought of the weekends I used to have now makes me shake.

I would tell high school Shane to just start writing down everything that was happening. It was so hard to think back to all those terrible moments. They all started clustering together into one big terrible moment.

People say, 'We remember the good times.' Well I remember the bad times.

My childhood went on far too long.

Memories have ways of becoming independent of the reality they evoke. They can soften us against those we were deeply hurt by or they can make us resent those we once accepted and loved unconditionally.

The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.