Quotes from Jodi Picoult

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it." Somehow

I would come to learn that the alpha female can read every single bit of food you put into your body. Make a choice that'a going to keep you strong and fit for the pack and you will pass muster; make a choice that's the equivalent of chocolate cake in the human world and you'll wind up urinating in streams to disguise your scent, or else suffer the consequences.

She believes in me, and if someone believes in you wholeheartedly, you start to believe in yourself as well.

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone else suffer than it does to take the pain yourself?

Maria kijkt me aan. Ik weet niet wat deze persoon jou heeft aangedaan, en misschien wil ik het ook liever niet weten. Maar iemand vergeven doe je niet voor die ander. Je doet het voor jezelf, zodat je verder kunt met je leven. Het betekent: jij bent niet zo belangrijk voor mij dat je me in je greep kunt houden. Het betekent: jij zult mij niet verstrikken in het verleden. Ik verdien een toekomst.

Boy, she told Louie, don't you let nobody tell you who you can't be.

There's really no such thing as a right or wrong choice. We don't make decisions. Out decisions make us.

i had not meant to leave them; i had only meant to leave. i wasnt running away from them; i was only running away

Uomini. Non si può vivere senza di loro... e non li si può abbattere legalmente... ... Ho buttato fuori di casa mio marito otto anni fa, e al suo posto ho comprato un lama. La decisione migliore che abbia mai preso.

kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through. *

What's left unfinished? What is it that you haven't done yet, that you need to do before you leave this life?

Regardez mon enfant, voyez l'éclat de ses boucles folles et son sourire pareil à un vol de papillon. Un tel visage ne peut pas être celui de quelqu'un qui meurt à petit feu. Je ne la connais que depuis deux ans. Mais si vous preniez chaque souvenir, chaque instant, si vous les étiriez bout à bout, ça ferait une éternité.

I love that she's tough as nails one moment and soft as suede the next.

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them. There

I'm screwed, Eric repeats, and shakes his head. I have to go. Take care of her, okay? He gives Delia to me as if she were a jewel to be smuggled, a prayer to be whispered between heretics. A pawn. Eric is halfway across the parking lot by the time I answer. I always do, I say.

Je suis devenu pompier parce que je voulais sauver des gens. Mais j'aurais dû être plus précis. J'aurais dû citer des noms.

one person's trauma is another's loss of innocence. Ervin

And you know I don't believe in God." She moves, blocking my path. "That doesn't mean He doesn't believe in you," she says. My scar tingles. My left eye starts

Your religion should help you make the decision if you find yourself in that situation. But the policy should exist for you to have the right to make it in the first place. When you say you can't do something because your religion forbids it, that's a good thing. When you say I can't do something because your religion forbids it, that's a problem.

Il fuoco è bello da vedere. Mentre brucia, ipnotizza lo sguardo. Se riesci a contenerlo, ti fa luce e ti riscalda. Soltanto se ne perdi il controllo devi passare alla controffensiva.

Josie started being able to sleep through the night again, instead of waking up screaming. Part of going back to normal meant erasing the boundaries of what was abnormal, and within a few months, the way Alex had felt on 9/11 was slowly forgotten, like a tide washing out a message she'd once scrawled on the sand.

et de fines rides d'expression lui encadrent la bouche, parenthèses renfermant toute une vie de mots que je n'étais pas là pour entendre.

I can't believe you're making jokes while I'm freaking out.

My grandmother smiled, and that was all it took for me to stop seeing the scar, and to recognize her again. "Yes," she said. "But see how much of me is left?