If we don't change the direction we are headed, we will end up where we are going. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
The first time someone I loved left me behind...I didn't know how my family would balance. We had been such a sturdy… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Religion was supposed to be a blanket drawn up to your chin to keep you warm, a promise that when it came… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Once upon a time there were two sisters. One of them was really, really strong, and one of them wasn't.' You looked… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
If you end your story, it's a static work of art, a finite circle. But if you don't, it belongs to anyone's… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Nobody wants to admit to this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe that’s because it’s all a chain, and a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-Aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
There's a cliff at the end point of a person's life; most us of peer over the edge of it, hanging on.… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I don't know why it's called "getting lost." Even when you turn down the wrong street, when you find yourself at the… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Where did you go?" "To the end of the driveway," my mother says. "I was nine months pregnant; that was the maximum… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I wondered about the explorers who'd sailed their ships to the end of the world. How terrified they must have been when… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Have a conversation with your family about your end-of-life wishes while you are healthy. No one wants to have that discussion... but… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Ross was a firm believer that you could not force circumstance. You could buckle your seat belt, but still crash the car.… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
A lot of the moms of autistic kids I met are so consumed with being their child's advocate that there's no room… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Once you call something a story, it's set in stone. It has a beginning, a middle, and an end that can't be… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
But still, it looked completely natural, as if we had been kissing at the ends of sentences for ages, while the rest… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
There's got to be a moment when that baby [flying] squirrel looks from the end of one branch to the tree six… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
In the end, though, I did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own. Or at least this is… — 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