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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b185afd | When you're pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself again; yet after giving birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external... | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 855852e | It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 9972ae1 | I had not asked to be rescued, true, but that did not mean I didn't need saving. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a65a1f2 | I'm not saying you did the wrong thing. I'm not even saying it wasn't something I'd thought of doing, myself. But even if it was the just thing to do, or the fitting thing, it still wasn't the right thing. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 81f45d3 | You want to know what I want? I'm sick of being a guinea pig. I'm sick, but I'm never f*cking sick enough for this family. | sick | Jodi Picoult | |
| 11e5c64 | 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 | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 7edcbe8 | Maybe mothers - consciously or subconsciously - repelled their daughters in different ways. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| f6d8803 | Music is the language of memory | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 4edd2c6 | Things break all the time. Glass, and dishes, and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence and fever. Promises break. Hearts break. Fault lines: these are the places where the earth breaks apart, these are the spots where earthquakes.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 5316c17 | The reason I am still sitting at Josef's kitchen table is the same reason traffic slows after a car wreck- you want to see the damage; you can't let yourself pass without that mental snapshot. We are drawn to horror even as we recoil from it. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 53e756f | There was such art in the ordinary, it could leave you in tears. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 284d82d | I feel like I've been standing underneath an open window, just as a baby gets tossed out. I grab the baby, right, because who wouldn't? But then another baby gets tossed out, so I pass the baby to someone else, and I make the catch. This keeps happening. And before you know it there are a whole bunch of people who are getting really good at passing along babies, just like I'm good at catching them, but no one ever asks who the fuck is throw.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| de1fafb | No matter who else is mourning, you're in your own little cell. Even when people try to comfort you, you're aware that now there is a barrier between you and them, made of the horrible thing that happened, that keeps you isolated. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 17a896d | What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 2ea7bfa | Once, Lacy had been present at the birth of an infant that was missing half its heart. The family had known their child would not live; they chose to carry through with the pregnancy, in the hope that they could have a few brief moments on this earth with her before she was gone for good. Lacy had stood in a corner of the room as the parents held their daughter. She didn't study their faces; she just couldn't. Instead, she focused on the me.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| ae0f3a8 | Asking me to describe my son is like asking me to hold the ocean in a paper cup | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a5744a4 | A lifetime of hurt in one act of vengeance. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 850a405 | You can be happy for someone else's good fortune but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 274c508 | You know, Sage, Jesus didn't tell us to forgive everyone. He said turn the other cheek, but only if you the one who was hit. Even the Lord's Prayer says it loud and clear: Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Not others. What Jesus challenges us to do is to let go of the wrong done to you personally, not the wrong done to someone else. But most Christians incorrectly assume that this means that being a goo.. | forgiveness god | Jodi Picoult | |
| e6c69b5 | It's also worth noting that, when you meet someone, you never ask if he's right- or left-handed. After all: Does it really matter to anyone other than the person holding the pen? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 77c3141 | For every person you make happy, there's another one you disappoint. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 13e5f3e | When someone loves you up one side and down the other like that, you make every effort to stick around. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| f706372 | if you don't get sick, you won't get well. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| af09d67 | When I was younger, my brother told me that he had the power to shrink me to the size of an ant. In fact, he said, he used to have another sister, but he shrank her down and stepped on her. He also told me that when you became a grown-up, you were admitted into a private party that was full of monsters and horror movie characters. There was Chucky, drinking a cup of coffee. And the mummy on the cover of the Hardy Boys book that used to frea.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 67f392e | But she couldn't dismiss easily his light touch with her. No pushing or pressing, none of that herding and corralling bullshit, unlike any of her old boyfriends. And maybe who you fell for and who you eventually loved wasn't rational, no matter how hard you tried to list pros and cons and sum the results. You couldn't think your way through it, not all the way. Maybe just the scent of somebody carried more weight than everything else put to.. | Charles Frazier | ||
| f72afbf | Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said, "but God made hope. The stars willna burn out." He turned and, cupping my chin, kissed me gently. "And nor will we." | jamie-and-claire-fraser the-universe | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 3ea7602 | You may have it," he said. His voice was very low, but he met my eyes straight on. "All of it. Anything that was ever done to me. If ye wish it, if it helps ye, I will live it through again." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6bc0719 | Dorothea is a Grey," he pointed out. "Any member of her family would pause on the gallows to exchange witty banter with the hangman before graciously putting the noose about his neck with his own hands." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a3ddd97 | Money might not buy happiness, I reflected, but it was a useful commodity, nonetheless. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9d1c4e7 | His own eyes were soft and dreamy, cloudy as a trout pool in the rain. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| cfd3736 | Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed." "That's the first law of thermodynamics," I said, wiping my nose. "No," he said. "That's faith." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 87e6f5f | Lord, he'd said. Let me be enough. That prayer had lodged in my heart like an arrow when I'd heard it and thought he asked for help in doing what had to be done. But that wasn't what he'd meant at all--and the realization of what he had meant split my heart in two. I took his face between my hands, and wished so much that I had his own gift, the ability to say what lay in my heart, in such a way that he would know. But I hadn't. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e648635 | Murtagh was right about women. Sassenach, I risked my life for ye, committing theft, arson, assault, and murder into the bargain. In return for which ye call me names, insult my manhood, kick me in the ballocks and claw my face. Then I beat you half to death and tell ye all the most humiliating things have ever happened to me, and you say ye love me." He laid his head on his knees and laughed some more. Finally he rose and held out a hand t.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 86e35bb | Oh, aye, Sassenach," he answered a bit ruefully. "I am your master ... and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d50c36f | I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eighteenth-century men. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9237162 | when had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0ce4f5b | To fight on the winning side was one thing; to survive, quite another. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c81a4e8 | It starts out the same, but then, after a moment," he said, speaking softly, "suddenly it's as though I've a living flame in my arms." His touch grew firmer, outlining my lips and caressing the line of my jaw. "And I want only to throw myself into it and be consumed." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a969bcd | For the Lord aimed for him to do and not to spend too much time thinking, because his brain it's like a piece of machinery: it won't stand a whole lot of racking. It's best when it all runs along the same, doing the day's work and not no one part used no more than needful. | William Faulkner | ||
| bb56731 | When I was a boy I first learned how much better water tastes when it has set a while in a cedar bucket. Warmish-cool, with a faint taste like the hot July wind in cedar trees smells. It has to set at least six hours, and be drunk from a gourd. Water should never be drunk from metal. And at night it is better still. I used to lie on the pallet in the hall, waiting until I could hear them all asleep, so I could get up and go back to the buck.. | William Faulkner | ||
| f41adb5 | And we'd sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow breathing of the earth and the windless october, the rank smell of the lantern fouling the brittle air, listening to the dog and the echo of louis' voice dying away | William Faulkner | ||
| fce4f47 | On the instant when we come to realize that tragedy is second-hand. | William Faulkner | ||
| b854f0b | I lied," I said. ... "I know it," he said. "Then do something about it. Do anything, just so it's something." "I cant," he said. "There aint anything to do? Not anything?" "I didn't say that," Grandfather said. "I said I couldn't. You can." "What?" I said. "How can I forget it? Tell me how to." "You cant," he said. "Nothing is ever forgotten. Nothing is ever lost. It's too valuable." "Then what can I do?" "Live with it," Grandfather said. ".. | forgiving-the-past lying | William Faulkner | |
| a49a514 | Women are never virgins. Purity is a negative state and therefore contrary to nature. | William Faulkner |