Quotes By Author: jodi picoult

“because in the past words have only driven them apart.”

“males conspicuously leaving their mark to let others know where they weren’t welcome.”

“I lean against my sister’s shoulder. “I thought lightning wasn’t supposed to strike in the same place twice.””Sure it does,” Izzy tells me. “But only if you’re too dumb to move.”

“The first time someone I loved left me behind…I didn’t know how my family would balance. We had been such a sturdy little end table, four solid legs. I was sure we would now be off-kilter, always unstable. Until one day I looked more closely, and realized that we had simply become a stool.”

“You can argue that it’s a different world now than the one when Matthew Shepard was killed, but there is a subtle difference between tolerance and acceptance. It’s the distance between moving into the cul-de-sac and having your next door neighbor trust you to keep an eye on her preschool daughter for a few minutes while she runs out to the post office. It’s the chasm between being invited to a colleague’s wedding with your same-sex partner and being able to slow-dance without the other guests whispering.”

“There are always sides. There is always a winner, and a loser. For every person who gets, there’s someone who must give.”

“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.”

“Etadísticas aparte, Lewis pasaría a la historia por ser el economista que había ideado una fórmula para la felicidad: R/E, o, lo que es lo mismo, Realidad dividido por Expectativas. Había dos caminos para ser feliz: o bien mejorar la realidad, o bien rebajar las expectativas.”

“Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.”

“be a good listener, don’t judge and don’t put boundaries on someone else’s grief.”

“The person may have a scar, but it also means they have a story”

“We make messes of our lives, but every now and then, we manage to do something that’s exactly right. The challenge is figuring out which is which.”

“And if you don’t find what you’re looking for?”At Roy’s question Addie looked up.”Then all I’ve lost is time.”

“There should be a statute of limitation on grief. A rulebook that says it is all right to wake up crying, but only for a month. That after 42 days you will no longer turn with your heart racing, certain you have heard her call out your name. That there will be no fine imposed if you feel the need to clean out her desk; take down her artwork from the refrigerator; turn over a school portrait as you pass – if only because it cuts you fresh again to see it. That it’s okay to measure the time she has been gone, the way we once measured her birthdays.”

“Some of us let this realization guide us… We book trips to Tibet, we learn how to sculpt, we skydive. We try to pretend it’s not almost over. But some of us just fill up our gas tanks and top off our Metro cards and do the grocery shopping, because if you only see the path that’s right ahead of you, you don’t obsess over when the cliff might drop off.”