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| c1f037f | That's overcompensating, and that's just as bad," I say. "Your say you don't see color ... but that's all you see. You're so hyperaware of it, and trying to look like you aren't prejudiced, you can't even understand that when you say race doesn't matter all I hear is you dismissing what I've felt, what I've lived, what it's like to be put down because of the color of my skin." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 2cc4b27 | I wonder if all mothers feel like this the moment they realize their daughters are growing up- as if it is impossible to believe that the laundry I once folded for her was doll-sized; as if I can still see her dancing in lazy pirouettes along the lip of the sandbox. Wasn't it yesterday that her hand was only as big as the sand dollar she found on the beach? That same hand, the one that's holding a boy's; wasn't it just holding mine, tugging.. | growing-up mother time-passing | Jodi Picoult | |
| 1db0f99 | Marriage didnt really seem to be about love; it was about the ability to live together for a long period of time | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 8c07cf4 | The human capacity for burden is like bamboo - far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 94c060d | What is interesting is that elephants can accurately and reliably figure out who is friend and who is foe. Compare this to us humans, who still walk down dark alleys at night, fall for Ponzi schemes, and buy lemons from used-car salesmen. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 6ef3b0d | Outside, the moon is a silver sliver. Every night, the shadow eats a slice of it, until it's nothing but this hollow rind. I feel the same way; with each day, I lose a little more of myself. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| d9a1551 | Danger came in different packages, at different points in a lifetime. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a6c41c5 | Do you ever go back?" Ruthann nods, "When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed." | head-to remember | Jodi Picoult | |
| 7392885 | You don't have to say I love you to say I love you. | affection saying-i-love-you words | Jodi Picoult | |
| d448ebd | I love feeling loved. I don't love knowing that I will always come in second place. I love the fact that at least sometimes when I am in my home, I'm not alone. I don't love the fact that it's not always. I love not having to answer to him. I don't love that he doesn't answer to me. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| b4c0c2b | There are all sorts of losses people suffer- from the small to the large. You can lose your car keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion. | jodi-picoult loss the-storyteller | Jodi Picoult | |
| 1e7f2b3 | Josie said] "I just ... I don't like the way you treat kids who aren't like us, all right? Just because you don't want to hang out with losers doesn't mean you have to torture them, does it?" "Yeah, it does," Matt said. "Because if there isn't a them, there can't be an us." His eyes narrowed. "You should know that better than anyone." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 8f43b5c | Engaging with haters is like rearranging pictures on the Titanic. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 06d88b0 | If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you really have one of your own? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 1de3bff | You stared at the stranger in front of you and decided, categorically, that this was no longer your son. Or you made the decision to find whatever scraps of your child you still could in what he had become. Was that even really a choice, if you were a mother? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 4e672d7 | Jenna lost her mother. I lost my credibility. Virgil lost his faith. We've all got missing pieces. But for a little while, I believed that, together, we might be whole. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| eff4294 | You?" I start to laugh. "Look at you. You're a knock-out. You're smarter than I am. You're on a career track and you're family-centered and you probably even can balance your checkbook." "And I'm lonely, Cambell." Jewel adds. Why do you think I had to learn to act so independent? I also get mad too quickly, and I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has its own zipcode. Plus, I get certifiably crazy when I've.. | true-love | Jodi Picoult | |
| 4b82018 | You have a choice. You can just go on the facts and form your own opinions. Or you can hold the truth in your hands, and see it for the gift it is. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 3fce9c9 | Is there any place on Earth that smells better than a laundromat? It's like a rainy Sunday when you don't have to get out from under your covers, or like lying back on the grass your father's just mowed - comfort food for your nose. | family father happiness laundromat life rain safety sunday | Jodi Picoult | |
| dec81f5 | Nurse: "You look like a pharmaceutical rep. you can leave samples in the closet." Joe: "I'm actually a lawyer." Nurse: "My condolences." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 8353a7d | so familiar that you slide back to the place where you fit. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 46b1ec0 | There are just some feelings, I've learned, for which we never invented the right words. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 88e7778 | You are not an impostor," Sam Hallowell told me. "You are not there because of luck, or because you happened to be in the right place at the right moment, or because someone like me had connections. You are there because you are you, and that is a remarkable accomplishment in itself." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| d138384 | His spells portrayed the spirit as a frail thing, contstantly under attack and in need of stength, always threatening to die inside you. Inman found this notion dismal indeed, since he had been taught by sermon and hymn to hold as truth that the soul of man never dies. | soul | Charles Frazier | |
| 840d33e | On thing he discovered with a great deal of astonishment was that music held more for him than just pleasure. There was meat to it. The grouping of sounds, their forms in the air as they rang out and faded, said something comforting to him about the rule of creation. What the music said was that there is a right way for things to be ordered so that life might not always be just tangle and drift but have a shape, an aim. It was a powerful ar.. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 254d032 | One thing he discovered with a great deal of astonishment was that music held more for him than just pleasure. There was meat to it. The grouping of sounds, their forms in the air as they rang out and faded, said something comforting to him about the rule of creation. What the music said was that there is a right way for things to be ordered so that life might not always be just tangle and drift, but have a shape, an aim. It was a powerful .. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 23284a2 | And also forever too late for Lily to learn that raging passion predicts nothing but a mess of bad news for everybody. | Charles Frazier | ||
| a25a7db | They did what they did, and moved forward despite whatever trail of ashes they left behind. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 5013d12 | But she knew the black hole pulled at you. You stand up to it, or you go down. | Charles Frazier | ||
| b1e5082 | What they need is everything even and smooth. Not love or hate, pleasure or pain, hope or fear, safety or danger. Nobody kissing your cheek at bedtime till you tingle with pleasure in your stomach, and nobody making you bleed. Accept one and you have to accept the other, that's the deal. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 027fce6 | Take a king or a president or anybody. Put a heavy sack of gold in one hand and a feather-light declaration about freedom in the other. And then an outlaw sticks a pistol in his face and says give me one or the other. Every time--every ten out of ten --he'll hug the sack and throw away the ideals. Because the sack's what's behind the ideals, like the foundation under a building. | greed kings presidents | Charles Frazier | |
| e169d83 | You'll find that as you grow old, you stop bothering to hide the self you've been all along. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 042cd3e | There was nothing about her story remarkable other than that it was her life. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 4573875 | You'll always be beautiful to me, no matter how old you are, and you can remind me of that when you're ninety, because if I'm still around I know I'll still feel the same.' -Forgotten, Susan Lewis | Susan Lewis | ||
| 272ae5d | Pay no attention to the terrors that visit you in the night. The psyche is at its lowest ebb then, unable to defend itself. The desolation that envelops you feels like truth, but isn't. It's just mental fatigue masquerading as insight. | fear food-for-thought fresh-complaint night psyche | Jeffrey Eugenides | |
| 945b438 | He was filled with embarrassment: embarrassment for the human race, its preoccupation with money, it love of swindle. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| a3e994b | She used a line from Trollope's Barchester Towers as an epigraph:"There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel." | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 0f3781f | The matter with us is you. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 4fdf068 | every now and then he would tilt his head back so that his sunglasses reflected sky, and would say, "I love her." Every time he said it he seemed delivered of a profundity that amazed him, as though he had coughed up a pearl." | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 01a6a81 | But in 1922 it was still a new thing to be a machine. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| baae086 | Parties bring my misantrophy into focus. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| ea76a13 | It was like that Talking Head song. ,,And you may ask yourself, 'How did I get here?' ... And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful house. And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful wife' ". As he responded to the essay questions, Mitchell kept bending his answers toward their practical applications. He wanted to know why he was here, and how to live. It was perfect way to end your college career. Education had finally .. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| e513a31 | As they were walking, a beggar came up, holding his hand out and crying, "Baksheesh! Baksheesh!" Mike kept on going but Mitchell stopped. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out twenty paise and placed it in the beggar's dirty hand. Mike said, "I used to give to beggars when I first came here. But then I realized, it's hopeless. It never stops." "Jesus said you should give to whoever asks you," Mitchell said. "Yeah, well," Mike said, "obviou.. | calcutta charity jesus poor poverty | Jeffrey Eugenides | |
| 0b236aa | Her head appears to be on fire but that is only a trick of the light. It was June 13, eighty-three degrees out, under sunny skies. | Jeffrey Eugenides |