1,824 Quotes by Jodi Picoult

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn’t get past something like that, you got through it.

Pride is an evil dragon; it sleeps underneath your heart and then roars when you need silence.

What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn’t the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn’t easy.

Here’s what I hadn’t realized: the mother you haven’t seen for almost thirty-six years isn’t your mother, she’s a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn’t make you fast friends. This wasn’t a joyous reunion. It was just awkward.

Jacob’s room is the place entropy goes to die.

That’s the paradox of loss: How can something that’s gone weigh us down so much?

I think there are two different oceans – the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

Sometimes we don’t know we’re dreaming; we can’t even fathom that we’re asleep.