Jodi Picoult... Page 2

Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you. It could make you forget what you did not know to focus exclusively on those few pieces you could commit to heart. –Salem Falls

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures would never be anything but broken. -Salem Falls

It's called falling in love for a reason – because, inevitably, you crashed at the bottom. -Second Glance

Parting is a joint decision, a person could not leave you if you were not willing to release them -Second Glance

The higher you raise your hopes, the further you have to fall -Second Glance

Three months ago, if you asked me, I would have told you that if you really loved someone, you'd let them go. But now I look at you, and I dream about her, and I see that I've been wrong. If you really love someone, I think you have to take them back. –Mercy

It had taken her years to understand, but now she was a firm believer: Love was that way. You could not render it in black and white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of gray. –Picture Perfect

There are millons of people in the world, and the spirits will see that most of them, you never have to meet. but there are one or two that you are tied to, and the spirits will cross you back and forth, threading so many knots until they catch and you finally get it right. –Picture Perfect

You fell in love with someone because of the tilt of his smile, or because he could make you laugh, or in this case, because he made you believe you were the only one who could save him –Picture Perfect

Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. –Perfect Match

There are also sorts of experiences that we can't really put a name to. The birth of a child, for one. Or the death of a parent. Falling in love. Words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder. Finding God is like that too. If it's happened to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else - and language only takes you so far. –Change of Heart

College is a bubble. You Enter it for four years and forget there is a real world outside of your paper deadlines and midterm exams and beerpong championships. You don't read the newspaper - you read textbooks. You don't watch the news - you watch Letterment. But even so, bits and snatches of the universe manage to leak in. - Change of Heart

I close my eyes, sick of the riddles, and to my surprise all I could see were dandelions - as if they had been painted on the fields of my imagination, a hundred thousand suns. And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt. - Change of Heart

In fairytales, when the mask came off, the handsome prince still loved the girl, no matter what --and that alone would turn her into a princess. -Nineteen Minutes

You could patch up whatever was broken, but if you were the one who had fixed it, you'd always know in your heart where the fault lines lay. - Nineteen Minutes

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was sustenance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream. –Nineteen minutes

Nobody wants to admit this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe that's because it's all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing, and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on. You know, like that game where you whisper a sentence into someones' ear, and that person whispers it to someone else, and it all comes out wrong in the end. But then again, maybe bad things happen because it's the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like -Nineteen Minutes

"I think a person's life is supposed to be like a DVD.. You can see the version everyone else sees or you can choose the director's cut - the way he wanted you to see it, before everything else got in the way. There are menus, probably, so that you can start at the good spots and not have to relive the bad ones. You can measure your life by the number of scenes you've survived, or the minutes you've been stuck there. Probably though, life is more like one of those surveillance tapes. Grainy, no matter how hard you stare at it. And looped: the same thing, over and over. -Nineteen Minutes

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? -Nineteen Minutes

"She belonged to me," Chris said simply. "She was , you know, all the things I wasn't. And I was all the things she wasn't. She could paint circles around anyone; I can't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been." Chris lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers. "Her hand," he said. "It fit mine." –The Pact

Do you know," Chris said softly, "what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home?" He made a fist, and rested it in the palm of his other hand. "What we had wasn't about sex, or about being with someone just to show off what you've got, the way it was for other kids our age. We were, well, meant to be together. Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person," he said. "I was lucky enough to have her all along." –The Pact

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. –Handle With Care

But love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't abut falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them. –Handle With Care

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was. -Handle With Care

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