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
regret names rose
I smiled at him as best I could and pushed the paper across the table before he could change his mind. Because Henry DeVille was correct - there was an ingredient in my baking more concenctrated than any extract, more pungent than any spice; an ingredient that everyone would recognize and no one was able to name: it was regret, and it rose when one least expected.
regret book reading
This must be what an addict feels like, I think, trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story.
regret ocean water
It was like trying to bail out an ocean of water with a teaspoon.
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.
dad regret car
My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.
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?
cliche crack crossed door expected fall fine heard line love mate moment open secret soul
There was a fine line between love and hate, you heard that cliche all the time. But no one told you that the moment you crossed it would be the one you least expected. You'd fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in. You just never expected such closeness, one day, to feel like an intrusion.
coming hell late love people second stop turned watching
As it turned out, hell wasn't watching the people you love get hurt; it was coming in during the second act, when it was already too late to stop it from happening.
accident both difference fatal motions people victim
The thing that most people didn't understand...was that a rape victim and a victim of a fatal accident were both gone, forever. The difference was that the rape victim still had to go through the motions of being alive.
drawn eyes fingers kept polished rest scar
It was a little like a scar on a polished wooden table--you'd try to see the rest of the gleaming surface, but your eyes and your fingers would be drawn to the pitted part, the one thing that kept it from being perfect.