Jodi Picoult Quotes
There is no cosmic scale on which you can weigh your actions; you learn too late what choices ruin the fragile balance.
By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.
i know what it's like to wake up thinking you will be able to cast the people who play the starring roles in your life, only to realize that you have to watch it from the audience.
Not everyone understands how you can spin two lassos at the same time, one of hope and one of grief.
In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.
Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.
It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.
What being home-schooled has taught me, more than anything, is what a waste of a life high school is.
What’s the difference between spending your life trying to be invisible, or pretending to be the person you think everyone wants you to be? Either way, you’re faking.
Or. I hate that word. It’s two letters long and stuffed to the gills with reasonable doubt.
There was a difference between people looking at you because they wanted to be like you, and people looking at you because your misfortune brought them one rung higher.
Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?
Accidents did not just happen. From time to time they were carefully plotted, calculated, and arranged to one’s advantage-all, of course, under the cloak of happenstance.
I grew up in a household where we didn't really talk about our feelings, and where the only reason you went to a doctor was because you'd accidentally cut off a limb with a chain saw.
I know that the first person I kissed won't be nearly as important as the last person I kiss.
As it turned out, though, it was a lot easier to say that someone deserved to die for what they did than it was to take the responsibility to make that happen.
The hardest thing in the world is believing someone can change. It's always easier to go along with the way things are than to admit that you might have been wrong in the first place.
The world is a place where the extraordinary can sit just beside the ordinary with the thinnest of boundaries; that even in environments inhospitable to man, all sort of entities might thrive.
Suddenly, I don't want to be this person anymore. I don't want to pretend I'm fooling the world when I'm not. I want someone else to have a plan for me, because I'm not doing a very good job myself.
I wish I could tell him I understand: the higher you raise your hopes, the farther you have to fall.
He is dark and quiet and completely different from me, which is exactly why I should put distance between us. But it is also the reason I find him so fascinating.
And in general, the residents of the town wondered why they all felt hollow just beneath the throat, the result of missing something they had never been able to name in the first place.
Safety is relative. You can be so close to shore that you can practically feel it under your feet, when you suddenly find yourself breaking apart on the rocks.
You can be strapped to the most stable chair and still feel the world give way beneath you.
I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.
How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.
What could you give me," I ask, my voice shaking, "to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?
But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.
Knowledge was power, but a good librarian did not hoard the gift. She taught others how to find, where to look, how to see.
Listen, I would say, this is not how I thought our lives would go; and may be we cannot find our way out of this alley. But there is no one I'd rather be lost with.
I have never understood why it is called losing a child. No parent is that careless. We all know exactly where our sons and daughters are; we just don't necessarily want them to be there
After all, the only way to communicate is to find someone who can comprehend; the only way to be forgiven is to find someone who is willing to forgive.
Is it because they are so comfortable, they already know what the other is thinking? Or is it because after a certain point, there is simply nothing left to say?
It is so easy to presume that while your own world has ground to an absolute halt, so has everyone else's.
My mother walks forward. She's crying, but there's a smile on her face. For God's sake, is it any wonder I can't ever understand what you people are feeling?
But there's an enormous difference between an audience that's watching you because they can't wait to see what comes next and an audience that's watching you because they're waiting for you to fail.