I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I learned a long time ago with you that folks who were trying to be kind would rather do it with a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Do you know how sometimes - when you are riding your bike and you start skidding across sand, or when you miss… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
if i have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over - only living with the… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
It doesn't take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve to have, we rarely get. — 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
My teacher in first grade said that long ago people used to believe all kinds of things, because they didn't know any… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Your problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing. — 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
I wondered how long it took for a baby to become yours, for familiarity to set in. Maybe as long as it… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Anger, though, is too fierce a flame to last for long, and when it burned out, I was left numb and wondering. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
My mother moves so fast I do not even see it coming. But she slaps my face hard enough to make my… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I don't know what I was thinking, coming out here. There are no silver bullets in life, there's just the long, messy… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I don't know what you think of me. And you certainly would never picture us together. But probably peanut butter was just… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
The apple . . . came before Adam and Eve in the story of creation. It had to have been there at… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I realize then that we never have children, we receive them. And sometimes it’s not for quite as long as we would… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
When you don't fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro. You can hear… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Coop kissed me deeply, drawing my breath from me in a long, sweet ribbon. "Perhaps I haven't mentioned it, but I'm an… — 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
