I think a persons life is supposed to be like a DVD. You can see the version everyone else sees, or you can choose the directors cut-the way he wanted you to see it, before everything else got in the way. There are menus, probably, so that you can start at the good spots and not have to relive the…
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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
Isn't it amazing how, when you strip away everything, people are so much alike?
You can’t undo something that’s happened; you can’t take back a word that’s already been said out loud.
But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.
Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?
You might have to lose control before you could find out what you'd been missing.
Happiness is what you choose to remember.
I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match its reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.
There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.
So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.
Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?
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?
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.
Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.