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
“Recollections are in the eye of the beholder. No two held side by side can ever quite match.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't? — 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
“I remember everything Campbell," she interrupts. "If I didn't, this wouldn't be so hard.” — 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
“Would you rather spend the rest of your life thinking about us, and remembering it as something totally perfect, or would it… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“They both knew that jealousy could rise like a tide, erasing events that had been scratched into the shore of your memory.” — 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
“Every life has a soundtrack. There is a tune that makes me think of the summer I spent rubbing baby oil on… — 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
“Memories aren't stored in the heart or hte head or even the soul, but in the spaces between any given two people.” — 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
“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
