Jodi Picoult Quotes

If you focus on sandbagging the beachhead, you can ignore the tsunami that's approaching. Try it any other way and you'll go crazy.

That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one

Objection!" Metz shouts. Grounds?" the judge asks. Well...he's my witness!

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match its reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.

What she hadn't realized was that sometimes when your vision was that sharp and true, it could cut you. That only if you'd felt such fullness could you really understand the ache of being empty.

You might have to lose control before you could find out what you'd been missing.

What you had could never make up for what you'd lost.

I knew her well enough to understand that when Delia pushed you away, it was her way of making sure she didn't get shoved first.

I understand better than she'd imagine that history is indelible. You can mask it; you can patch it smooth and clear; but you always know what's hidden underneath.

Risk always looks different when you're beating the system than when you've been beaten.

You can fool yourself, you know. You'd think it's impossible, but it turns out it's the easiest thing of all.

Who I am, and what I am capable of doing has always managed to surprise me.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

The only way someone can leave you is if you let them.

If you want something to be true badly enough, you can rewrite it that way, in your head. You can even start to believe it.

I would figure out, later, how to explain to my boss that, for me, Delia will never be a story, but a happy ending.

Perhaps he d always known that the truth of a person lies in the heart.

love doesn't follow the rules... nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable.

I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.

if you think of a relationship as a living entity, I guess it's one thing if the missing two percent is, like, a fingernail. But when it's the heart, that's a whole different ball of wax.

I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke.

do you fix a wheel that isn't broken, or do you wait until the cart collapses?

If there's something as good as [him] in my life, I'm going to pay for it.

anyone can understand anything. You just have to know how to present your information.

As for his name, well, what attorney wouldn't want to be able put a Judge in a crate every now and then?

I adore the way he looks at me sometimes, as if love is a quantity he cannot measure scientifically, because it multiplies too quickly.

You can make it dark, but I can't make it light.

If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?

You have everything. A family, a great job, a lot of people who look up to you. You've got a place to go home to. So go.

There's a lot of things you can't see if you aren't' looking.

There are some weapons you can't protect yourself against.

I once heard someone on a bus say that this guy had gotten under her skin. And it struck me as a remarkable thought - that someone would affect you so deeply they'd always be a part of you.

The way i see it, love is just a bigger, stickier form of trust.

Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.

newborns reminded her of tiny buddhas

They ask, how could this happen here? Well. How could it not happen here?

I remember for that one moment, I believe I was hitch hiking on one of those comets, falling so fast that I'd surely burn away before I ever hit the ground.

A dutiful mother is someone who follows every step her child makes...And a good mother is someone whose child wants to follow her.

From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand on the bottom and it only reached up to his chest. Darkness, you know, is relative.

The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending.

I wonder if you've got a minute." I have many minutes, all of them used toward a common purpose.

He rises over me, a second sun, and fills me with light and heat.

But it was like wearing a size five sneakers when your foot is a seven- you can get by for a few steps, and then you set down and pull off the shoes because it just plain much

What makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you'll never take your eyes off her again?

We have been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash.

Since I was five, I've known that I was adopted, which is a politically correct term for being clueless about one's own origins.

How can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war?

Houses are cellular walls; they keep our problems from bleeding into everyone else's.

People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.