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
daughter mother way
Maybe mothers - consciously or subconsciously - repelled their daughters in different ways.
daughter mean thinking
Dr. Keller begins pacing. "I don't think we've been hearing Faith just right. Her guard...the words..they sound alike." What do you mean?" Your daughter," Dr. Keller says flatly. "I think she's seeing God.
daughter empathy cry
I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.
daughter running sex
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.
beautiful daughter husband
Turn around, and the people you thought you knew might change. Your little boy might now live half a world away. Your beautiful daughter might be sneaking out at night. Your ex-husband might by dying by degrees. This is the reason that dancers learn, early on, how to spot while doing pirouettes: we all want to be able to find the place where we started.
daughter children son
I have never understood why it is called losing a child. No parent is that careless. We all know exactly where our sons and daughters are; we just don't necessarily want them to be there
mothers-day mom mother-daughter
The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.
mother-daughter mother-and-daughter mom-and-daughter
All I know is that I carried you for nine months. I fed you, I clothed you, I paid for your college education. Friending me on Facebook seems like a small thing to ask in return.
daughter hands giving
Someone once told me that when you give birth to a daughter, you've just met the person whose hand you'll be holding the day you die.
crazier hurt hurts love loves
It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.
crash destined places relationship sooner
They were at different places in the same relationship and like anything that's out of alighment, they were destined to crash sooner or later.
admit bed beneath betrayal both deep digging felt matter mattress point shifted stone
Betrayal was a stone beneath the mattress of the bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?
ability bottom inability punishment taking utter whatever whenever worst
At the very bottom of hell, there's no fire, no brimstone, just the utter inability to take action...Is taking away your ability to do whatever you want, whenever you want, the very worst punishment you can imagine?
capable falling love
Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with someone else?