Quotes from Jodi Picoult

People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love.

It is so easy to think that the world revolves around you but all you have to do is stare up at the sky to realize it isn't that way at all.

LOSE someone you love, there is a tear in the fabric of the universe. It's the scar you feel for, the flaw you can't stop seeing. It's the tender place that won't bear weight. It's a void.

Prejudice goes both ways, you know. There are people who suffer from it, and there are people who profit from it. Who

JUST SO YOU KNOW, WHEN THEY SAY "ONCE UPON a time"… they're lying. It's not once upon a time. It's not even twice upon a time. It's hundreds of times, over and over, every time someone opens up the pages of this dusty old book.

There was the finest line between unique and odd

Niekas nepradeda karo- ar bent jau ne vienas protingas zmogus neturetu jo pradeti - tvirtai nesuvokdamas, ka siuo karu jis ketina pasiekti ir kaip jis ketina kariauti.

Stories outlive their writers all the time.

Imagine waking up one morning and finding a piece of yourself you didn't even know existed.

That would be good," Win says. "For Felix, too." I believe that there are five things we need to say to people we love before they die, and I give this advice to caregivers: I forgive you. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. Goodbye.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask...with nothing beneath it?

When you don't fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro. You can hear a whisper about you from a mile away. You can disappear, even when it looks like you're still standing right there. You can scream, and nobody hears a sound. You

There it was, shiny and silver, pinned to the requisite position on his chest-a shield that covered his heart but had not been able to protect it.

As she turns her head and focuses on me, I lift her palm to my mouth, press a kiss in its center. You are so brave, I tell her, and then I smile. When I grow up, I want to be just like you. To my surprise, Kate shakes her head hard. Her voice is a feather, a thread. No Mommy, she says. You'd be sick.

Inside each of us is a monster; inside each of us is a saint.

They don't want to wait their turn. They don't want to work their way up the ladder. They want what they want now

But it is exactly because I was a writer that I could never do it. The weapons an author 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?

How many exceptions do there have to be before you start to realize that maybe the truths you've been told aren't actually true?

You can stare right at something and not see what lies beneath the surface.

Only the liar knows if he's lying

They go on to this better place, you know, which is what they wanted all along. But you and me, we're still left behind with all the questions they couldn't answer.

speaks. "When you die you die. And everything

Say what you will about the Mafia, but it works because everyone has a specific role to play. They all do what they do for the greater good of the organization. They'd willingly die for each other. The other reason a wolf pack is like the Mafia? Because, for both groups, there is nothing more important than family.

It is not that she isn't active or that she doesn't eat healthily. It's just how she is made, and if that isn't everyone's standard of perfect, then maybe they just have to revise their damn standard.