Jodi Picoult Quotes

He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

A real friend isn't capable of feeling sorry for you.

There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations

Happiness is what you choose to remember.

Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

Whether or not you believe in Fate comes down to one thing: who do you blame when something goes wrong.

Did everyone in jail think they were innocent? All this time Peter had spent lying on the bench, convincing himself that he was nothing like anyone else in the Grafton County Jail—and as it turned out, that was a lie.

All teenagers knew this was true. The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face. For years, parents tell you that you can be anything, have anything, do anything. That was why she'd been so eager to grow up-until she got to adolescence and hit a big fat wall ofreality. As it turned out, she couldn't have anything she wanted. You didn't get to be pretty or smart or popular just because you wanted it. You didn't control your own destiny, you were too busy trying to fit in.

I know you love me. The question is, how much?

As it turned out, hell wasn't watching the people you love get hurt; it was coming in during the second act, when it was already too late to stop it from happening.

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

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

He insisted that stars were people so well loved, they were traced in constellations, to live forever

Change is a funny thing. We never are quite sure what we are becoming or even why. Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got that way. Only one thing about change remains constant...it is always painful