What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget? — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Memory isn't something that stays with you at all times. It's a quantity that gets summoned or evoked or brought to mind.… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“She was making a conscious effort to take with her all the best things about the world she wanted to leave, just… — 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
“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
Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it. — 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
