Quotes from Jodi Picoult

True confession? The reason we don't talk about race is because we do not speak a common language.

There's nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more." ? Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them. 'Then why are you here?

We worked and we ate and we celebrated birthdays and gossiped and read and wrote and prayed and we woke up each morning to do it all over again.

on top of a print of a turbaned man with a face as old as honesty.

forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me. It's saying, You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future." I

But it feels like we are sitting on a tight bench of a bus with a stranger between us, one that neither of us is willing to admit to or mention, and so we find ourselves talking around him and through him and sneaking glances when the other one isn't looking. How am I supposed 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?

Fortunes were like clay, and could be reshaped at any time.

People you love can surprise you every day. That maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable when we least expect it.

When the life left a person, it wasn't by degrees. It was instant, like someone pulling down a shade on a window. The

Magick isn't about getting rid of everything blocking your path.

Forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, 'You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me.' It's saying, 'You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future

Just looking at it, at so much beauty in one place, makes the tightness in my chest loosen a little. Surely if there's evil in the world, it's counterbalanced by moments like these. "You know, Sage, Jesus didn't tell us to

when you held one of those volumes in your hands you were leafing through another person's life. Someone else had once loved that story, too. Someone else had carried that book in a backpack, devoured it over breakfast, mopped up that coffee stain at a Paris café, cried herself to sleep after the last chapter. The scent of their store was distinctive: a slight damp mildew, a pinch of dust. To me, it was the smell of history.

La vera forza de lupo non sta nelle sue tremende mandibole, che possono stringere con una pressione di oltre cento chili per centimetro quadrato. La vera forza di un lupo sta nell'avere quella capacità e sapere quando non usarla.

Aprendi com a minha própria filha que não precisamos estar acordados para chorar.

Religion often gets in the way of God.' – BONO, AT THE NATIONAL PRAYER BREAKFAST, FEBRUARY 2, 2006

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. —Anne Frank

It struck Lacy that she didn't really know what color a chameleon was before it started changing.

Does it even mean anything to him anymore? If you say the same words over and over, do they become so bleached that there's no color left in them?

Cuando emprendes un viaje de venganza, comienza por cavar dos tumbas: una para tu enemigo y una para ti.

What he did was wrong. He doesn't deserve your love. But he does deserve your forgiveness, because otherwise he will grow like a weed in your heart until it's choked and overrun. The only person who suffers, when you squirrel away all that hate, is you.' I was thirteen, and I didn't know very much about

And afterward, when the leaves turned and the snow came, every now and then I would rise in everyone's minds like a tide.