If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase-not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Something still exists as long as there's someone still around to remember it.” — 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
Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors? — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“He felt, sometimes, like the keeper of memories-the one who had to facilitate that invisible transition between the way it used to… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Memories are like a still life painted by ten different student artists: some will be blue-based; others red; some will be as… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
The thinnest slice would be teeming with memories of a love so strong it turned you inside out and left you gasping,… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Mistakes are memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Each memory is like a paper flower stowed up a magician's sleeve: invisible one moment and then so substantial and florid the… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
it it strange, suddenly having a memory come back out of nowhere. you think you're going crazy; you wonder where this recollection… — 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
“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
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
Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between… — 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
