“Words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy,… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Not everyone understands how you can spin two lassos at the same time, one of hope and one of grief. — 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
If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness? — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
and another claimed it was inherited through a parent who was a carrier of the defective gene. I had always assumed the… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had. — 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
I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
be a good listener, don't judge and don't put boundaries on someone else's grief. — 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
“She has never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess. That she… — 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
words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy,… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
There are all sorts of experiences we can't really put a name to...The birth of a child, for one. Or the death… — 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
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
“Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
There should be a statute of limitation on grief. A rulebook that says it is all right to wake up crying, but… — 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
“Envy comes from wanting something that isn't yours, but grief comes from losing something you've already had.” — 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
