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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d587e19 | These days it seemed like the words between them were there only to outline the silences. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 0802e8b | The bond between a mother and a child weighed nothing on a scale; it took up no room in a test tube. But most of us would have a hard time saying it didn't exist. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| f0782c5 | It's a good life lesson, whether or. it you ever work with wolves, Edward.No matter what you do for someone- no matter if you feed him a bottle as a baby or curl up with him at night to keep him warm or go him food so he's not hungry- make one wrong move at the wrong moment, and you could become someone unrecognizable. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| fad7bc9 | Why hadn't he realized this before? Everyone knew that if you divided reality by expectation, you got a happiness quotient. But when you inverted the equation-expectation divided by reality-you didn't get the opposite of happiness. What you got, Lewis realized, was hope. Pure logic: Assuming reality was constant, expectation had to be greater than reality to create optimism. On the other hand, a pessimist was someone with expectations lower.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 5b98ef0 | Someone who was happy would have little need to hope for change. But, conversely, an optimistic person was that way because he wanted to believe in something better than his reality. He started wondering if there were exceptions to the rule: if happy people might be hopeful, if the unhappy might have given up any anticipation that things might get better. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 17bffdf | good people are good people, religion has nothing to do with it | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 276d253 | When a freedom is taken away from you...you recognize it as a privilege, not a right. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 8fe73bf | He wished he knew what to say to make her feel better, but the truth was, he didn't feel all that great himself and he didn't know if there were even any words in the English language to take away this kind of stunning shock, this understanding that the world isn't the place you thought it was. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 1bd69ff | I used to stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom to see what they were staring at. I wanted to know what made their heads turn, what it was about me that was so incredibly different. At first I couldn't tell. I mean, I was just me. Then one day, when I looked in the mirror, I understood. I looked into my own eyes and I hated myself, maybe as much as all of them did. That was the day I started to believe they might be right. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 0c18ed3 | A heart with so many stress fractures would never be anything but broken. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 58e15df | Can I tell you something? Off the record?" Alex nodded. "Before I took this job, I used to work in Maine. And I had a case that wasn't just a case, if you know what I mean." Alex did. She found herself listening in his voice for a note she hadn't heard before-a low one that resonated with anguish, like a tuning fork that never stopped its vibration. "There was a woman there who meant everything to me, and she had a little boy who meant ever.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 141a2d5 | That's a little unrealistic, don't you think? So was the Final Solution, but it got pretty far, Leo points out. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a936f7c | You told me this lawsuit isn't about race. But that's what started it. And it doesn't matter if you can convince the jury I'm the reincarnation of Florence Nightingale--you can't take away the fact that I am Black. The truth is, if I looked like you, this would not be happening to me. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 4aeeaaa | Frankly, people don't make sense to me.' I nod in agreement. 'Frankly, people don't make sense to me either,' I say. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| df24c4d | For the narrative to exist, so that it could be read and reread even if I was taken away. Stories outlive their writers all the time. We know plenty about Goethe and Charles Dickens from what they chose to tell, even though they have been dead for years. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 284ccf8 | Please come to the dance, because you're my music. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 44161c5 | The thing about having something hidden in your past is that you spend every minute of the future building a wall that makes the monster harder to see. You convince yourself that the wall is sturdy and thick, and one day, when you wake up and the horrible thing does not immediately jump into your mind, you give yourself the freedom to pretend that it is well and truly gone. Which only makes it that much more painful when something like this.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| eda31fb | We had been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 6e5d25c | What would you like to be?" Nina asks. Nathaniel tosses his magical tablecloth. "A superhero," he says. "A new one." Caleb is sure they could muster up Superman on short notice. "What's wrong with the old ones?" Everything it turns out. Nathaniel doesn't like Superman because he can be felled by Kryptonite. Green Lantern's ring doesn't work on anything yellow. The Incredible Hulk is too stupid. Even Captain Marvel runs the risk of being tri.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 4df5f03 | I remember everything Campbell," she interrupts. "If I didn't, this wouldn't be so hard." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 9f9a90b | It feels like we are sitting on the tight bench of a bus with a stranger between us, one that neither of us is willing to admit or mention, and so we find ourselves talking around him and through him and sneaking glances when the other one isn't looking. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 7e7ae8c | What did he do to you?" Kyrie asks. "Flirt with another girl?" "Call you fat?" Marina suggests. "Talk about his ex?" Ondine says, and the others groan. "We've been there, sister," Marina says." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| e961d62 | Following my mother's footsteps was the surest way out. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 6cbfd3c | What makes a treasure a treasure is how rare a find it is, when you need it the most. | love romance romance-novel | Jodi Picoult | |
| 2789502 | I look at you and I see this amazing, beautiful thing. All these books and songs are written about people looking for the love of their life and never fining it, and we've got it and it isn't worth a damn to you. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| fe85e60 | I know what loose ends can do to a soul. The sooner she knows the truth, whatever it is, the sooner she can get on with her future. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a400158 | It turns out that there's something even harder than not being able to be with the person you love when you're happy: not being able to comfort her when she's sad. | love romance | Jodi Picoult | |
| 91e4617 | I do know that there are some things, though, that occur without a direct line of antecedents. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 0dd7cc9 | They look up at me and see a rich lady in maternity clothes. They don't realize I am one of them. | looks-can-be-decieving not-fitting-in | Jodi Picoult | |
| a47c412 | How am I suppose to think about Anna Fitzgerald when I'm wondering whether Julia has ever woken up in someone's arms and for just a moment, before the sleep cleared from her mind, thought maybe it was me? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| da16dce | A bus cuts the world in half... | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 2394628 | the arms of his swim team sweatshirt still wrapped around the pillow on the bed - Em had said it smelled of him. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 51959e1 | As a kid, his favorite toy had been a snow globe, that held a small town of gingerbread buildings and peppermint streets. He'd wanted so badly to live there that one day he'd smashed the glass ball - only to find out that the houses were made of plaster, the candy stripes painted on. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 56a3fa7 | But memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 1bdaa94 | The crisis might be what sticks in my mind, but the in-between moments are the ones I would not have missed for the world. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 3ed26fb | This sort of obsessing would get him nowhere. He needed to move on, to get going, to look forward. | love | Jodi Picoult | |
| d6fc7e7 | Cinta bukanlah suatu persamaan. Cinta bukan suatu kontrak, dan bukan suatu akhir yang bahagia. Cinta adalah papan tulis di bawah kapur tulis, tanah dari mana gedung-gedung muncul, dan oksigen dalam udara. Cinta adalah tempat aku kembali, ke mana pun aku pergi. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 477ca7c | Marina sighs. "Love is like a tidal wave," she says. "Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No, because it sucks you under and you drown." "But sometimes," I point out, "it's the only thing that keeps you afloat." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 9f4cdaf | Since when does anyone get the option to do the easiest? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| e358c74 | Her voice sounded like a string that was fraying. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 0dc80bf | When you love someone, there's a pattern to the way you come together. You might not even realize it, but your bodies are choreographed: a touch on the hip, a stroke of the hair. A staccato kiss, break away, a longer one. It's a routine, but not in the boring sense of the word. It's just the way you've learned to fit. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| dd81026 | Unlike the characters in the book, however, these different sorts of people don't seem to mix well. It is like the salad dressing Jessamyn makes: a little bit of olive oil, a squeeze of lemon, and some red wine vinegar. If whipped, they combine. But leave them to their own devices and they will sort themselves out again. I don't really understand this. When you have so many people, each one inevitably fascinating, why would you limit yourse.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c84b284 | When I tell people this story, they assume the miracle I am referring to during that long-ago blizzard was the birth of a baby. True, that was astonishing. But that day I witnessed a greater wonder. As Christina held my hand and Ms. Mina held Mama's, there was a moment- one heartbeat, one breath- where all the differences in schooling and money and skin color evaporated like mirages in a desert. Where everyone was equal, and it was just one.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 69ef949 | There's an elderly woman fussing with the top of the cream pitcher, trying to get it open. Her purse sits on the counter, but as I approach, she picks up the handbag and anchors it to her side, crossing her arm over the strap. "Oh, that pitcher can be tricky," I say. "Can I help?" She thanks me and smiles when I hand her back the cream. I'm sure she doesn't even realize she moved her purse when I got closer. But I did." | Jodi Picoult |