“DO you think it hurts to die?" Not as much as it hurts to live, Trixie thought.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much? — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury? — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“It's the question mark that comes with death that we can't face, not the period.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I would prove to you that being different isn't a death sentence but a call to arms. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a set of keys. You did not suffer… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“They go on to this better place, you know, which is what they wanted all along. But you and me, we're still… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Maybe the reason I've never died in this story is that I've never had something worth dying for before. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“If you knew you were going to die, wasn’t it better to choose the time and place, instead of waiting for fate… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I don't know what it is about death that makes it so hard. I suppose it's the one-sided communication; the fact that… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
She thought of death like the seam of a hem: each time you lose someone close, it unraveled a little. You could… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Be history, instead of just watching it happen from the sidelines. Try something new, even if it scares you to death. Learn… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
There are all sorts of losses people suffer - from the small to the large. You can lose your keys, your glasses,… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Annie turned away, her eyes glittering. 'Here's what no one tells you,' she said. 'When you deliver a fetus, you get a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“When you lose someone you love, there is a tear in the fabric of the universe. It's the scar you feel for,… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Fumbling in the dark, Josie reached underneath the frame of her bed for the plastic bag she’d stashed-her supply of sleeping pills.… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“When I was tiny, the county fair came through town. Our parents took us, and got tickets for the rides, even though… — 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
