Quotes by Jodi Picoult

About Jodi Picoult:

Jodi Lynn Picoult is 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.
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It was one thing to sacrifice your own life for someone else's. It was another thing entirely to bring into the mix a third party - a third party who knew you, who trusted you implicitly.

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I'd missed this so much, this simple pleasure. The sensation of a heavy shaft sliding over my tongue, pushing deeper and deeper into me until my lips bumped against my hand.

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When we sat down on the couch again, you curled up against my side, like you used to when you were a toddler. What I wanted to say to you, but didn't, was this:

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I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

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I don't understand why it's a sin if you love something and want to keep it from having to suffer.

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Maybe you had to leave in order to miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

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I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.

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But love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't about falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them. All any of us wanted, reall...

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Words got in the way. The things we felt the hardest--like what it was like to have a boy touch you as if you were made of light, or what it meant to be the only person in the room who wasn't noticed--weren't sentences; they were knots in the wood of...

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Being a good mother, it seemed to me, meant you ran the risk of losing your child.

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But memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.

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You don't have to say I love you to say I love you.

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I knew that somewhere God was laughing. He had taken the other half of my heart, the one person who knew me better than I knew myself, and He had done what nothing else could do. By bringing us together, He had set into motion the one thing that coul...

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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.

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Oh No! My wings are effed up!

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I sigh. “But if you’d talked to Jules—if she could hear you . . .” My voice trails off. “Then you wouldn’t feel quite so crazy?” Oliver asks gently. “Can’t you believe in me, if I believe in you?

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Was that all it took to be brave? Knowing that someone believed in you?

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...courage wasn’t something you were bequeathed at birth, and it wasn’t a lack of fright. It was overcoming your fear, because the ones you love mattered more.

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[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. “Four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till we’re out of purgatory for the weekend.” “Maybe later,” I murmur, still distracted by the day’s previous event...

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Is it really worth dying for the person you love?” [Maureen] thinks about this for a moment. “That’s not the real question, Oliver. What you be asking is, Can you live without her?

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When you have been burned by fire once, you don't leap into the flames again.

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Author Bio

  • NameJodi Picoult
  • DescriptionBetween the lines (2012)
  • BornMay 19, 1966
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWoman Of Letters; Novelist; Writer