And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Or. I hate that word. It’s two letters long and stuffed to the gills with reasonable doubt. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there. That… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Ross held her face between his hands and kissed her. He tasted doubt on her tongue and pain on the roof of… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions, inside the walls of a hospital... Doubt is like dye. Once is spreads into the… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts... — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
But there is a different between mending someone who's broken and finding someone who makes you complete. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them. My” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
