Jodi Picoult
Jodi Picoult
Jodi Lynn Picoultis an American author. She was awarded the New England Bookseller Award for fiction in 2003. Picoult currently has approximately 14 million copies of her books in print worldwide...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth19 May 1966
CountryUnited States of America
stupid buying belief
It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.
thinking missing might
It is strange to think that we might have crossed paths, and still not have known what we were missing.
loss rivers glasses
Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.
lying sometimes found
In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.
moving loss space
Wheather it is conscious or not, you eventually make the decision to divide your life in half - before and after - with loss being that tight bubble in the middle. You can move around in spite of it; you can laugh and smile and carry on with your life, but all it takes is one slow range of motion, a doubling over, to be fully aware of the empty space at your center.
grief two
Not everyone understands how you can spin two lassos at the same time, one of hope and one of grief.
thinking remember
There are some things, I think, you're btter off not remembering.
way left
No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work that way.
memories crazy thinking
it it strange, suddenly having a memory come back out of nowhere. you think you're going crazy; you wonder where this recollection has been hiding all your life. you try to push it away, because you think you've hammered out the whole timeline of your life, but then you see that one extra moment, and suddendly you are breaking apart what you though was a solid segment, and seeing it for what it is: just a string of events, shoulder to shoulder, and a gap where there is room for one more.
hate decision made
you can love a person and still hate the decisions they've made, can't you?
dream block night
when you want something so desperately, you shake with the need for it. you tell yourself that you don't need more than one sip, because it's just the taste you crave, and once it's on your tongue you will be able to make it last alifetime. you dream of it at night. you see a thousand mile-high obstacles between where you stand and what you want, and you convince yourself you have the power to hurdle them. you tell yourself this even when, leaping the first block, you wind up bruised and bloodied and flattened.
regret grief angel
let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.
thinking play people
i know what it's like to wake up thinking you will be able to cast the people who play the starring roles in your life, only to realize that you have to watch it from the audience.
fall firsts never-forget
you never forget your first fall.