Nonnie/Gilly’s Grandmother Quotes in The Great Gilly Hopkins
Chapter 10 Quotes
Well, it didn’t matter what the woman thought. Miss Ellis could explain about today. No one could make her leave here, not when everyone needed her so. Besides—Trotter wouldn’t let them take her. “Never,” she had said. “Never, never, never.”
Chapter 12 Quotes
I never meant to hurt them. I just wanted—what had she wanted? A home—but Trotter had tried to give her that. Permanence—Trotter had wanted to give her that as well. No, what she wanted was something Trotter had no power over. To stop being a “foster child,” the quotation marks dragging the phrase down, almost drowning it. To be real without any quotation marks. To belong and to possess. To be herself, to be the swan, to be the ugly duckling no longer— […]
Chapter 13 Quotes
Perhaps Courtney would never come. Perhaps Courtney did not want to come.
The heaviness dragged her down. What was she doing here in this old car with this strange woman who surely didn’t want her, who had only taken her out of some stupid idea of duty, when she could be home with Trotter and William Ernest and Mr. Randolph who really wanted her? Who—could she dare the word, even to herself?—who loved her.
“I hope you don’t mind my celebrating a little.” She seemed to be apologizing. “I usually eat in the kitchen since I’ve been alone.”
The word “alone” twanged in Gilly’s head. She knew what it meant to be alone. But only since Thompson Park did she understand a little what it meant to have people and then lose them. She looked at the person who was smiling shyly at her, who had lost husband, son, daughter. That was alone.
Chapter 14 Quotes
Nonnie was all right. She could still chatter Gilly straight into a pounding headache, but she meant well. And then, whenever Gilly would lose patience with her, she’d remember the first day Nonnie had taken her into Jackson Elementary School.
Chapter 15 Quotes
“Gilly, honey. Where are you?”
“Nowhere. It doesn’t matter. I’m coming home.”
She could hear Trotter’s heavy breathing at the other end of the line. “What’s the matter, baby? Your mom didn’t show?”
“No, she came.”
“Oh, my poor baby.”
Gilly was crying now. She couldn’t help herself. “Trotter, it’s all wrong. Nothing turned out the way it’s supposed to.”
“How you mean supposed to? Life ain’t supposed to be nothing, ‘cept maybe tough.”
“But I always thought that when my mother came…”
“My sweet baby, ain’t no one ever told you yet? I reckon I thought you had that all figured out.”
“What?”
“That all that stuff about happy endings is lies. The only ending in this world is death. Now that might or might not be happy, but either way, you ain’t ready to die, are you?”



