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
over-you said remembered
When it's all over, you're remembered for what you did, not what you said you were going to do.
loss remember-something happenings
If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?
war survivor remember
How can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war?
long remember stills
Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.
grandmother remember forget
I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.
may losing remember
May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.
looks way remember
But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.
remember forget i-can
For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.
thinking remember
There are some things, I think, you're btter off not remembering.
remember you-choose
Happiness is what you choose to remember.
fire helping remember
remember that every fire will burn itself out, even without your help.
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.
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.
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?