The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I write adult fiction, but a good 40 to 50 per cent of my readers are teenagers. I love that if they… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you're young. But I don't think we make any fewer when we're grown up — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Parents aren’t the people you come from. They’re the people you want to be, when you grow up. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Sara: "You are so brave," I tell her, and then I smile. "When I grow up, I want to be just like… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“but it seems to me that growing up means you stop hoping for the best, and start expecting the worst. So how… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
...as it turned out, growing up was just as she'd feared. One day when your alarm clock rang, you got up and… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“At seventeen, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind;… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
All teenagers knew this was true. The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
No one ever asks a kid for her opinion, but it seems to me that growing up means you stop hoping for… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I wonder if, as you get older, you stop missing people so fiercely. Maybe growing up is just focusing on what you've… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Let me guess," Eric says, "You never meant for it to happen." "Hell, yes, I did. I've wanted her since you two started dating."… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
“It’s the difference between dancing along the eggshell crust of acquaintance and diving into the messy center of a relationship.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
Some women are meant to change the world, while others are meant to hold it together. And then there are those of us who… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
I love feeling loved. I don't love knowing that I will always come in second place. I love the fact that at least sometimes… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
But there is a different between mending someone who's broken and finding someone who makes you complete. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
“sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them. My” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
The night is falling down around us. Meteors rain like fireworks, quick rips in the seam of the dark... Every second, another streak of… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
“When she had packed all the artifacts that made up their personal history into liquor store boxes, the house became strictly a feminine place.… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
“Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
“Here's what I hadn't realized : the mother you haven't seen for almost 36 years isn't your mother. She is a stranger. Sharing DNA… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
