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
time grief heart
There should be a statute of limitation on grief. A rulebook that says it is all right to wake up crying, but only for a month. That after 42 days you will no longer turn with your heart racing, certain you have heard her call out your name. That there will be no fine imposed if you feel the need to clean out her desk; take down her artwork from the refrigerator; turn over a school portrait as you pass - if only because it cuts you fresh again to see it. That it's okay to measure the time she has been gone, the way we once measured her birthdays.
horse coffee heart
Things break all the time. Glass and dishes and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence, and fever... promises break. Hearts break.
wise missing teeth
Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.
boards looks impossible
Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.
writing garbage force
When you finally start to write something, do not let yourself stop...even when you are convinced it's the worst garbage ever. This is the biggest caveat for beginning writers. Instead, force yourself to finish what you began, and THEN go back and edit it.
connected
You can touch everything and be connected to nothing.
focus lone-wolf lost
The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.
rip heart pieces
Bleeding heart, he’d called her. Well. He should know. He’d been the first to rip it to pieces.
hero simple hands
Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.
true-love heart love-is
true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.
prayer differences wish
The only difference between a wish and a prayer is that you're at the mercy of the universe for the first, and you've got some help with the second.
ignorance walking-through-life trying
Sometimes we find ourselves walking through life blindfolded, and we try to deny that we're the ones who securely tied the knot.
doubt battle weapons
And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.
pain past coal
The more you get past pain, the more it goes from coal to diamond.