Jodi Picoult idézet

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“Do you know how sometimes - when you are riding your bike and you start skidding across sand, or when you miss a step and start tumbling down the stairs - you have those long, long seconds to know that you are going to be hurt, and badly?”

“How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?”

“You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss”

“There are always sides. There is always a winner and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.”

“You know someone's right for you when the things they don'tto say are even more important than the things they do.”

“People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.”

“Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.”

“Change is a funny thing. We never are quite sure what we are becoming or even why. Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got that way. Only one thing about change remains constant… it is always painful”

“You can't exist in this world without leaving a piece of yourself behind.”

“When we're awake, we see what we need to see. When we're asleep, we see what is really there.”

“When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.”

“There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.”

“I didn't want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it's hard to remember who I am…”

“What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?”

“As it turned out, hell wasn't watching the people you love get hurt; it was coming in during the second act, when it was already too late to stop it from happening.”

“Shooting stars are not stars at all. They re just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on when we see one is only a trail of debris.”

“words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.”

“There are some things we do because we convince ourselves it would be better for everyone involved. We tell ourselves that it's the right thing to do, the altruistic thing to do. It's far easier than telling ourselves the truth.”

“Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.”

“All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.”

“Whether or not you believe in Fate comes down to one thing: who do you blame when something goes wrong.”

“Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.”

“Just because you keep something a secret doesn't mean it never happened, no matter how much you want that to be true.”

“Forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, 'You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me.' It's saying, 'You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future.”

“What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?”

“Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.”

“She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.”

“Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.”

“He insisted that stars were people so well loved, they were traced in constellations, to live forever”