Bleeding heart, he’d called her. Well. He should know. He’d been the first to rip it to pieces. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
You can't exist in this world without leaving a piece of yourself behind. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Imagine a world that seemed so much bigger than you. Imagine waking up one morning and finding a piece of yourself you… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
But there’s a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else,… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
It's like picking up an unfamiliar piece of sheet music & starting to stumble through it, only to realize it is a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
When you're a parent you find yourself looking at the unknown that is your child, trying to find a piece of yourself… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to put her fist through a mirror. She would tell everyone it… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
The joke's on them. One little hypodermic wont' be enough. Split a piece of wood, and they'll find me. Lift up a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
There is a curious thing that happens with the passage of time: a calcification of character... Change isn't always for the worst;… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I thought of all the magazine article I'd read on mothers who worked and constantly felt guilty about leaving their children with… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
There was, really, nothing you could use as a blueprint for your life, except your past. There was no starting over. There… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
She felt a cage coming down around her; too late she realized that he had her trapped by the heart. And like… — 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
“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
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
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
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
But there is a different between mending someone who's broken and finding someone who makes you complete. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
“sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them. My” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
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
“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
“Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
“Here's what I hadn't realized : the mother you haven't seen for almost 36 years isn't your mother. She is a stranger. Sharing DNA… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share
