You know, Michael, I used to sit around looking for a way to make sense of what happened, like there was some… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Was it the act of giving birth that made you a mother? Did you lose that label when you relinquished your child?… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
This is what it always comes down to, I realized. There are the ones who believe, and the ones who don't, and… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
How many times would I throw this away before I realized it was what I had been looking for all along? — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
There are legions of us, I realized. The mothers who have broken babies, and spend the rest of our lives wondering if… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to… — 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
