Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?
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Jodi Picoult
Jodi Lynn Picoult (/ˈdʒoʊdi piːˈkoʊ/; born May 19, 1966) 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 translated into 34 launguages in print worldwide. 2Early life Picoult was born and raised in Nesconset on Long Island with her parents and one little brother; her family moved to New Hampshire when she was 13 years old. She has described her family as "non-practicing Jewish". Picoult wrote her first story at age five, entitled "The Lobster Which Misunderstood". Picoult's mother and grandmother were both teachers and says that their influence on her was very important . 2Education She studied creative writing at Princeton University with Mary Morris, and graduated in 1987. She published two short stories in Seventeen magazine while still in college. Immediately after graduation, she began a variety of jobs, ranging from editing textbooks to teaching eighth-grade Englis
Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.
If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?
There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.
Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?
Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?
You don't need water to feel like you're drowning.
It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.
Maybe who we are isn’t so much about what we do, but rather what we’re capable of when we least expect it.
You’re not a bad person because you want to be yourself.
I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.
You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.
Maybe who we are isn’t so much about what we do, but rather what we’re capable of when we least expect it.
You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path you've got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you're making a mistake.
Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
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.
Sometimes to get what you want the most, you have to do what you want the least.
It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.
The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.