“There are just some feelings, I’ve learned, for which we never invented the right words.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
This was the reason there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that didn't have words big enough to describe them. — 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
For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“There were some feelings that just didn’t have words big enough to describe them.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who lose a child.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect? — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“When you do not understand the language being spoken, you have two options. You can struggle against the isolation, or you can… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“The only way to strip words of their power was to erase them. Of course, once one had been released into the… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
When you showed someone how you felt, it was fesh and honest. Whe you told someone how you felt, there might be… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas--a whole grammar made of light, for words to hard to speak.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“I pulled word after word from my core, like silk for a spider’s web, spinning a make-believe life. That’s why we read… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Words, for all they were flimsy and invisible, had great strength. They could be fortified as a castle wall and sharp as… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
She suddenly remembered studying the brain in science class- how a steel rod pierced a man's skull, and he opened his mouth… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
No," he said calmly, filled with purpose. he took her arms lightly in his hands and shook her. "I am not giving… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I don't understand why people never say what they mean. It's like the immigrants who come to a country and learn the… — 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
We sit for a few more moments, although there's really nothing left to say. This is new to me, too, an entire… — 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
“When we were little, Eric and Fitz and I invented a language. I've forgotten most of it, with the exception of a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“This was why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“I'm very sorry - the only words that could not rework into anything but what they signified.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies. — 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
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
When you are a kid you have your own language, and unlike French or Spanish or whatever you start learning in fourth… — 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
