Ellen Hopkins Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• You were a summer gift, one I'll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I'll never really see. You're the best thing that will ever happen to me.

  Ellen Hopkins

  Summer, Dream, Eye

  Ellen Hopkins (2012). “Ellen Hopkins: Crank Trilogy”, p.203, Simon and Schuster

• Eyes Tell Stories But do they know how to craft fiction? Do they know how to spin lies? His eyes swear forever, flatter with vows of only me. But are they empty promises? I stare into his eyes, as into a crystal ball, but I cannot find forever, only movies of yesterday, a sketchbook of today, dreams of a shared tomorrow. His eyes whisper secrets. But are they truths or fairy tales? I wonder if even he knows.

  Ellen Hopkins

  Dream, Lying, Eye

  Ellen Hopkins (2009). “Tricks”, p.20, Simon and Schuster

• A whole big, giant world full of men. Men with blue eyes. Brown eyes. Green eyes. And indescribable shades in between. Tall men. Short men. Skinny men. Built men. And all combinations thereof. Nice men (so I've heard, but never really seen). Mean men. Decent men, indecent. And who knows which is the best kind to have, to hold, to love? I'd say, with so many men in the world, it would pay to sample a few. Scratch that. More than a few. Lots and lots. And then a few more. And maybe, after years of research, you might find one worth not throwing back. But hey, the fun is in the fishing.

  Ellen Hopkins

  Fun, Nice, Eye

• Spilling a Secret What its size, will have varying consequences. It’s not possible to predict what will happen if you open the gunnysack, let the cat escape. A liberated feline might purr on your lap, or it might scratch your eyes out. You can’t tell until you loosen the knot. Do you chance losing a friendship, if that friend’s well-being will only be preserved by betraying sworn-to silence trust? Once the seam is ripped, can it be mended again? And if that proves impossible, will you be okay when it all falls to pieces?

  Ellen Hopkins

  Fall, Cat, Eye

• I whisper and you close your eyes. I speak and you turn away. If I scream, will you finally hear me beg you to hold me close to you, promise you'll never let go?

  Ellen Hopkins

  Letting Go, Eye, Promise

  Ellen Hopkins (2009). “Tricks”, p.133, Simon and Schuster

• One Time, One Day between Davie and Roberta , I asked my mom why she persisted, kept on having baby after baby, She looked at me, at a spot between my eyes, blinking like I had suddenly fallen crazy. She paused before answering as if to confide would legitimize my fears. She drew a deep breath, leaned against the chair. I touched her hand and I thought she might cry. Instead she put baby Davie in my arms Pattyn, she said, it's a woman's role. I decided if it was my role, I'd rather disappear.

  Ellen Hopkins

  Mom, Baby, Crazy

• Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.

  Ellen Hopkins

  Pain, Heart, Eye

• Happiness is a bull's-eye, awaiting arrows of pain.

  Ellen Hopkins

  Pain, Eye, Arrows

  Ellen Hopkins (2015). “Smoke”, p.469, Simon and Schuster

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