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sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them.
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Jodi Picoult |
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We don't have to accept each other's beliefs...but we do have to accept each other's right to believe them.
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Jodi Picoult |
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Fuck them all. I ought to have that tattooed on my forehead, for all the times I've thought it. Usually I am in transit, speeding in my Jeep until my lungs give out. Today, I'm driving ninety-five down 95. I weave in and out of traffic, sewing up a scar. People yell at me behind their closed windows. I give them the finger. It would solve a thousand problems if I rolled the Jeep over an embankment. It's not like I haven't thought about it,..
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organ-donor
reckless-behavior
suicidal-ideation
reckless-driving
self-deprecation
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Jodi Picoult |
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2f7ef1c
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I know every line of his face. The one that was carved the first year of our marriage, by laughing so often. The one that was born of worries the year he left the contracting companies to go into business for himself. The one developed from focusing hard on Nathaniel as he took his first steps, said his first words.
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Jodi Picoult |
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4e45fd9
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You couldn't fight the injustice of fate; you could only suffer it and hope that one day it might be different.
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Jodi Picoult |
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A robber? In the trash bins? Honestly, Wes. This is Salem Falls, not the set of Law and Order.
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Jodi Picoult |
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There had to have been a moment where they made a conscious decision to turn away before they saw something they didn't want to.
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Jodi Picoult |
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Where is the line? We're taught to stand up for ourselves; we're taught to stand up for others we care about. But all of a sudden, there's a new line drawn by the law. it says,
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Jodi Picoult |
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Elise Vasquez and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the woman we both feel we lost, and may be never really had.
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woman
shoulder
watch
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Jodi Picoult |
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2bff19a
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And when your wife is not the same person you fell in love with eight years ago, where exactly does that leave you? Do you try to get to know who she has become, and hope for the best? Or do you keep deceiving yourself in the hope that she might wake up one morning and have gone back to the woman she used to be? May be, Caleb thinks with a small shock, he isn't the same person he once was, either.
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Jodi Picoult |
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8eb9a93
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Mothers are supposed to be their children's biggest cheerleaders. Mothers are supposed to believe in their children, no matter what. Mothers will lie to themselves, if necessary, to do this.
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Jodi Picoult |
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e18fe72
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If you think about someone you've loved and lost, you are already with them. The rest is just details.
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mourning
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Jodi Picoult |
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See, I get a round, hollow spot in my belly knowing I could tell him what's coming, but also knowing it would come out sounding like a warning.
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Jodi Picoult |
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It is probably the hardest thing to understand: how even horror can become commonplace. . . You could stop expecting the most awful thing to happen, because it already had.
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Jodi Picoult |
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9490a94
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Maybe this was the job of a mother: to buy time for her child, no matter what. Even if it meant doing something she'd rather not; even if it left her flat on her back.
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meaningful
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Jodi Picoult |
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7cb990c
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I didn't know why it's called "getting lost". even when you turn down the wrong street, when you find yourself at the dead end of a chain-link fence or a road that turns to sand, you are somewhere. It just isn't where you expected"
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Jodi Picoult |
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fc48066
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What became of all those lost balloons: they were the loves that slipped out of our fists; the blank eyes that rose in every night sky.
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Jodi Picoult |
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c224533
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There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality or lower your expectations.
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Jodi Picoult |
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One day, you look in the mirror, and see gray hair. One day, you realize there is less of your life left than what you've already lived. And you think, How did this happen so fast? It was only yesterday when I was having my first legal drink, when I was diapering him, when I was young. When this realization hits, you start doing the math. How much time do I have left? How much can I fit into that small space? Some
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Jodi Picoult |
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dd47b2b
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My biggest hope for Jacob is that moments like this won't happen. My biggest fear: that they will, and I won't always be there to keep people from thinking the worst of him.
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jodi-picoult
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Jodi Picoult |
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dcb6733
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It's the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you
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Jodi Picoult |
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e8f8b48
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The weapons a writer has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example.I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers. What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.
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Jodi Picoult |
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70c54e4
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When she had packed all the artifacts that made up their personal history into liquor store boxes, the house became strictly a feminine place. She stood with her hands on her hips, stoically accepting the absence of old Boston Celtics coasters and the tangle of fishing poles, the old dartboard from a Scots pub, the toolbox and downhill skis, the silky patterned ties which sat in the base of one box like a writing mass of snakes. Without the..
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Jodi Picoult |
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Neither of us, it turns out, has been the only one who lost someone she loved.
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love
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Jodi Picoult |
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Just because you can't see something, doesn't mean I don't. I can't explain it, I can't understand it, and I can't deny it. So I sure as hell am not gonna fight it.
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Jodi Picoult |
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She knew how you went about falling in love; she did not know how you went about falling into trust.
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Jodi Picoult |
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Isn't that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who's your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night. Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.
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young-adult
romance
love
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Jodi Picoult |
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3e0665d
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Memory isn't something that stays with you at all times. It's a quantity that gets summoned or evoked or brought to mind. It gets carried to an arena for our viewing pleasure. By definition, then, there are times it must go missing.
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Jodi Picoult |
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one half leaning in, one half pulling away.
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Jodi Picoult |
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And that's what I think love is...when your hindsight's twenty-twenty, and you still wouldn't change a thing.
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Jodi Picoult |
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Daddy, you would say, look at my braids. Look at the worst bug bite ever. Look at my handstand, my eggroll dive, my finger painting. Look at my splinter, my spelling list, my somersault, the toad I found. Look at the present I made you, the grade I got, the acceptance letter. Look at the diploma, the ultrasound, your granddaughter. I couldn't possibly remember all the things you've asked me to look at. I just remember that you asked.
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Jodi Picoult |
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Suffering so someone else didn't have to suffer. Sacrificing your body for someone else's well being.
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suffering
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Jodi Picoult |
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In the wild, a calf under the age of two will not survive without its mother. In the wild, a mother's job is to teach her daughter everything she will need to know to become a mother herself. In the wild, a mother and daughter stay together until one of them dies.
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Jodi Picoult |
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As it turns out, you can love someone too much. Then, when they leave, your heart goes missing. And no on can survive that great a loss.
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Jodi Picoult |
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Beliefs are the roads we take to reach our dreams. Believe you can do something--or believe you can't--and you'll be right every time.
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Jodi Picoult |
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It's the way he gets noticed, you know? I mean, imagine what it would be like if you were a squirrel living in the elephant cage at the zoo. Does anyone ever go there and say, Hey check out that squirrel? No, because there's something so much bigger you notice first.
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Jodi Picoult |
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That maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.
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Jodi Picoult |
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But forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me. It's saying, You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future.
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Jodi Picoult |
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What is a parent, really, but somebody who picks up the things a child leaves behind - a trail made of stripped off clothing, orphaned shoes, tiny bright plastic game pieces, and nostalgia - and who hands back each of these when its needed?
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parents
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Jodi Picoult |
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The only thing they'll let you shoot with a camera.
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Jodi Picoult |
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A rain of pebbles from overhead makes me glance up in time to see Ruthann step onto the lip of the cliff, another fifteen feet above me. Her body is wrapped tight in a pure white robe. "Ruthann!" I shout, my voice caroming off the rock walls, an obscenity. She looks down at me. Across the distance our eyes meet. "Ruthann, don't," I whisper, but she shakes her head. I'm sorry. In that half-second, I think about Wilma and Derek and me, a..
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Jodi Picoult |
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She is quiet for a moment. "have you ever been swimming in the summer", she asks, "when a cloud comes in front of the sun? You know how, for a few seconds, you're absolutely freezing in th water and you think you'd better get out and dry off? But then all of a sudden the sun's back out and you're warm again and when you tell people how much fun you had swimming you wouldn't even think to mention those clouds." Cara shrugs. "That's what it's..
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Jodi Picoult |
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Hers were the pale gray that made you think of nightfall and silver bullets and the edge of winter. The color that filled the sky before it was torn in half by lightening.
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Jodi Picoult |
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3c90fb4
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Is his work vengeance? Or Justice? There is the finest line between the two and when i try to focus on it, it becomes less and less clear.
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vengeance
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Jodi Picoult |