Glass Ellen Hopkins Quotes Novels & Stories

One he learned too late. Love doesn't wait. He took a long breath, gazing at the floor as if it would provide him with answers. On the bedside table rested the watch Eliana had once given him—a clean, elegant model inscribed on the back with a quote: "Time reveals what words cannot." How ironic. Time hadn't revealed anything. It had simply… slipped through his fingers. He rose slowly, moving across the room to pour himself a glass of bourbon. The apartment rang with every step. The quiet no longer seemed peaceful—it felt like absence.

‘Those who belittle others are usually so little themselves. Small people belittle others. Great people make others feel they to can become great.’ Quote by Nick Verd. April barely had time to plaster a small smile on her face, still covering her braces, before they entered the hall. To claps and cheers. In her mind, she had very little to be happy about right now. The way Noah had looked at her made her self-conscious of her overweight body. She didn’t want to be here.

Now there's no going back. I am rubbing the hard-boiled egg on the swellings and it's actually soothing. Better than ice even. It has just approved my opinion of never negating Celeste's idea. She is so f*cking nice to me it hurts. She had left a note for me on my study table. "Just keep breathing," it reads. Just keep hoping, she means. The Latin quote I told her 'dum spiro spero : while I breathe, I hope,' has stuck to her. It's how she is; optimistic, courageous, daring. And I am not worthy of that, not worthy of her, but I would never let her down.

“Same. With everything lately… it feels good to just forget and be happy.” I sat back, taking in their smiles, the full table, the golden afternoon light pouring through the windows. “It feels good to breathe,” I whispered. Sandy nudged me. “And it feels good to see you happy again, Carrie. This version of you, this glowing, confident you…I love her.” Ellen chimed in. “You deserve joy. Not crumbs. Never crumbs.” My eyes stung. I lifted my glass. “To friendship. To healing. And spending money irresponsibly.”

Outside, the October wind rattled windows that seemed to respond with voices too soft to understand but too insistent to ignore. "Mrs. Hartwell," Iris said carefully, "what exactly did my grandmother discover that requires such elaborate precautions?" The housekeeper gathered the tea things with deliberate precision. "Miss Eleanor often said that the most dangerous knowledge was also the most necessary. Perhaps you'd like to see the conservatory now? In daylight, it's quite safe."

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

Thoughts of teetering on the glass bridge at the train station entered my head. Elliott answered. “Too obvious. Come on. You’ve got this.” I appreciated his vote of confidence and didn’t want to be a pain in the butt, but my feet were frozen on the sidewalk. “It’s too high. There’s no way I can jump up there.”

I was damn too tired of having to see two grown up women fight and struggle for something which was absolutely unnecessary as I saw it. And just as I spoke, they both seem to understand I was tired. Instead, Ellen helped me with the glass and I drank it in one gulp. The feeling was as she had described it. It was more than refreshing, as though I had just stepped out of a warm bath and the cool winds blew on me, making me feel so better than ever "It's so good. Can I have this everyday?" I asked her, not because I just wanted to, but because the refreshing feeling was something I couldn't fully describe.

The glass walls offered a panoramic view of the skyline, lights pulsing like veins through something alive and restless. She rested her palms against the cool surface of the window and breathed. She wasn’t afraid. She was alert. Her phone buzzed on the counter. Elliot: Still working? A faint smile touched her lips. Adrian: Always thinking. A moment passed before his reply appeared. Elliot: Thinking can wait sometimes. She stared at the words longer than she meant to. Adrian: Not sure I remember how. Another pause. Elliot: Then maybe you don’t need quiet. Maybe you need clarity.

I know that in a love like that… I’ll never feel like I’m not enough. The night crept on, wrapping the city in a silence that slowly became familiar. I remained seated by the window, letting the night breeze touch my cheek. Its sound was soft, like a whisper from nature, soothing me. There was no rush, no pressure to be strong or to smile. I picked up a notebook I hadn’t touched in ages. On the first page, my name was still written—Sienna—in ink that had begun to fade. Below it, a small quote I had written years ago: “Don’t forget, you deserve happiness too.”