That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
As a child, what I was missing was so much bigger to me than what I had. My mother-mythic, imaginary-was a deity… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
if you think of a relationship as a living entity, I guess it's one thing if the missing two percent is, like,… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
You have to understand what you’re missing before you can really feel a loss. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
But mostly I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet. I still loved him. It… — 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
“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
