Jodi Picoult Quotes - Page 7

When was the last time someone read aloud to you? Probably when you were a child, and if you think back, you'll remember how safe you felt, tucked under the covers, or curled in someone's arms, as a story was spun around you like a web.

She didn't like it when religious folks looked down on her for being an atheist; but to be honest, I didn't see how this was any different from the way she looked down on people for being Christians.

every now and then, i worry about people in the third world countries. and then i figure if they all started having sex, their lives would be considerably brighter.

I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.

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

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.

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

Her voice was caught in the shell of my ear, as if it were the ocean.

It's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works hard to keep things rolling smoothly, someone else sails along for the ride. Someone who would do anything to keep it the way it was in the beginning.

When you love someone - when you create a child with him - you don't just suddenly lose that bond. Like any other energy, it can't be destroyed, just channeled into something else.

So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?

But Katie knew it was a sin, had known from the moment she made the decision to lie with Adam. However, the transgression wasn't making love without the sanction of marriage. It was that for the first time in her life, Katie had put herself first. Put her own wants and needs above everything and everyone else.

Even if we have grown so far apart that we don't recognize each other when we pass, we have this life, this block of time, and what do you think about that?

When I see him, his frame filling the doorway, I do not feel passion, excitement. I can't remember if I ever have. He makes me feel comfortable, like a favorite pair of shoes.

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

You didn't get past something like that, you go through it - and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.

There are kinds of pain that you can't speak out loud.

It was easier for girls. They could say This hurts, or I don’t like how this feels, and have the complaint be socially acceptable. Boys, though, didn’t speak that language. They didn’t learn it as children and they didn’t manage to pick it up as adults, either.

She knows the truth can cause a sharp pain behind your eyes and that love sometimes feels like a fist around your throat.