Jodi Picoult Quotes - Page 8

[There's a] point where you have to leave the dough alone. It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve.

I have to admit, I often feel that way myself.

Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception.

If you live in each other's pockets long enough, you're related.

No matter what Joe Hoffman and Wade Preston say, it's not gender that makes a family; it's love. You don't need a mother and a father; you don't necessarily even need two parents. You just need someone who's got your back.

Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?"
I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?

You want to know what I want? I'm sick of being a guinea pig. I'm sick, but I'm never f*cking sick enough for this family.

I'd do it all over again.

What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? Bread, of course.

There are so many ways a family can unravel. All it takes is a tiny slash of selfishness, a rip of greed, a puncture of bad luck. And yet, woven tightly, family can be the strongest bond imaginable.

so familiar that you slide back to the place where you fit.

Good people are good people; religion has nothing to do with it.

I wondered about the explorers who'd sailed their ships to the end of the world. How terrified they must have been when they risked falling over the edge; how amazed to discover, instead, places they had seen only in their dreams.

Edward: You know what the difference is between a dream and a goal? he used to say to me. A plan.

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.

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

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

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

The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it’s a damn good start.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

There is a curious thing that happens with the passage of time: a calcification of character... Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like an irritation, and to others, like a pearl.