It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you’re alone. It feels less like a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
The woman who opens the door has a blue stain on her shirt and dark hair wound into a messy knot and… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I pointed to the wound. "It's missing," I said. My grandmother smiled, and that was all it took for me to stop… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there. That… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Words, for all they were flimsy and invisible, had great strength. They could be fortified as a castle wall and sharp as… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Missed opportunities were never superficial wounds; they cut straight to the bone. — 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
