Jodi Picoult: Cytaty po angielsku (strona 27)

“If he says jump, she doesn't even ask "How high?" She goes out and buys a pogo stick.”

“You know, he told me once, completely exasperated, you've got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears for a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, then you won't be able to cry for real when you need to.”

“I can see myself now, she said. And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there.”

“True love can break the most powerful curse”

“I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it.”

“Pride is an evil dragon; it sleeps underneath your heart and then roars when you need silence.”

“My grandmother told me that her father used to ask her a riddle: What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together?

Bread, of course.”

“It's hard to be the one always waiting. I mean, there's something to be said for the hero who charges off to battle, but when you get right down to it there's a whole story in who's left behind.”

“so i do what i do best. i move in the opposite direction.”

“Doctors put a wall up between themselves and their patients; nurses broke it down.”

“A place like this wears down everything, and tolerance is no exception. In here, coexistence passes for forgiveness. You do not learn to like something you abhor; you come to live with it… You live and let live, and eventually that becomes enough.”

“Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?”

“Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like an irritation., and to others, like a pearl.”

“The apple… came before Adam and Eve in the story of creation. It had to have been there at least three years because that's how long it takes for a new tree to bear fruit.”

“You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.”

“Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were
all the same, that were do-overs?”

“You can't be real," Delilah murmurs.
"Says who?" I ask. "Did you really think that a story exists only when you're reading it?”

“Love is not an equation… It is not a contract, and it's not a happy ending. It is the slate under the chalk and the ground buildings rise from and the oxygen in the air.”

“I imagine how cool it would be if all small talk wasn't lies.”