Quotes from Jodi Picoult

mercenary. Now, I'm wondering why those were ever even goals. We don't need those things to feel whole. We need to wake up in the morning. We need our bodies to function. We need to enjoy a meal. We need a roof over our head. We need to surround ourselves with people we love. We need to take the wins in a much smaller way. And we need to remember this, even when we're no longer in a pandemic.

death had become part of the landscape.

Sabía que no era lo mismo algo que te hiciera feliz o algo que no te hiciera desgraciado. El truco estaba en autoconvencerse de que eran una sola cosa.

Maybe there are entire worlds where there are no fences, where feeling bears you like a tide.

I understood why you didn't cry, even though it hurt: there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud. •

Surely I missed the Bloodsucking Your Client class in law school, since all evidence points to me being the poster boy for Financially Ruined Defense Attorneys.

Things that break—be they bones, hearts, or promises—can be put back together but will never really be whole. And

When you don't keep looking back its that much easier not to trip and fall.

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.

The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ some stories just don't have a happy ending.

The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

Why?" I asked. "What did you ever do to them?" Josek looked down at me. "I exist," he said softly.

By late March 1942, everyone knew someone who had been deported... It was the season of Passover, and this was our plague, but no amount of lambs' blood would save a household from tragedy. It seemed the only blood that satisfied was that of the families inside.

I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you'd be disappointed.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy

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?

I think it's human nature that those of us who are married cannot rest easy until we find mates for our single friends.

was starting to see why you carried those stupid facts like other kids dragged around security blankets—if I repeated them over and over, it almost made me feel better.

the 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 of when we least expect it.

bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve.

My life is moving forward in a weird empty narrative, missing one key character, whose current life is a continuous loop.

no matter how spectacular we want our children to be, no matter how perfect we pretend they are, they are bound to disappoint. As it

There have been too many moments in my life when I've nearly gone off the rails, more overwhelmed by emotion than tempered by reason.

Memories aren't stored in the heart or hte head or even the soul, but in the spaces between any given two people.