Do you know how sometimes - when you are riding your bike and you start skidding across sand, or when you miss… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I don't know why it's called "getting lost." Even when you turn down the wrong street, when you find yourself at 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
it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing… — 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
