Jodi Picoult Quotes

It doesn't take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve to have, we rarely get.

In nineteen minutes, you can mow the front lawn; color your hair; watch a third of a hockey game. In nineteen minutes, you can bake scones or get a tooth filled by a dentist; you can fold laundry for a family of five.
In nineteen minutes, you can stop the world; or you can just jump off it.

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

It's disappointing to know that someone can see right through you.

I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.

Love meant jumping off a cliff and trusting that a certain person would be there to catch you at the bottom.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who lose a child.

Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home? What we had wasn't about sex, or about being with someone just to show off what you've got, the way it was for other kids our age. We were, well, meant to be together. Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person. I was lucky enough to have her all along.

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?

"I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do."

Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood - finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path you've got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you're making a mistake.