I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.

Jodi Picoult

Categorized in : Years Two Memories

I used to think I'd be just like them when I grew up, but I am not. And the thing is, somewhere along the way, I stopped wanting to be like them, anyway.

grew-up way thinking

I have never understood why it is called losing a child. No parent is that careless. We all know exactly where our sons and daughters are; we just don't necessarily want them to be there

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Nowadays, I dont have expectations, and this way she beats them a... by Jodi Picoult

Nowadays, I dont have expectations, and this way she beats them all.

beats expectations way

I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on... by Jodi Picoult

I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyon... by Jodi Picoult

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.

bigs forgotten looks

After all, the only way to communicate is to find someone who can comprehend; the only way to be forgiven is to find someone who is willing to forgive.

communicate forgiving way

Is it because they are so comfortable, they already know what the other is thinking? Or is it because after a certain point, there is simply nothing left to say?

certain knows thinking

In my family, we seem to have a tortured history of not saying what we ought to and not meaning what we do.

my-sisters-keeper ought my-family

This is when I realize that Anna has already left the table, and more importantly, that nobody noticed.

my-sisters-keeper realizing tables

It is so easy to presume that while your own world has ground to an absolute halt, so has everyone else's.

halt easy world

There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on t... by Jodi Picoult

There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

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You okay in there?" "No, I'm hanging from a closet rod. by Jodi Picoult

You okay in there?" "No, I'm hanging from a closet rod.

My mother walks forward. She's crying, but there's a smile on her face. For God's sake, is it any wonder I can't ever understand what you people are feeling?

mother feelings people

The bottom line in both cases is that people don't change; that no matter how charming you are and how fiercely you love, you cannot turn a person into something she's not.

lines love-you people

I tell you this as a cautionary tale: beware of getting what you... by Jodi Picoult

I tell you this as a cautionary tale: beware of getting what you want. It's bound to disappoint you.

disappoint cautionary-tales getting-what-you-want

There's a cliff at the end point of a person's life; most us of peer over the edge of it, hanging on. That's why, when someone chooses to let go, it's so dramatically visible. The body will seem almost transparent. The eys will be looking at something the rest of us can't see.

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It is so strange, to encounter an ex. It's as if you're in a foreign film, and what you're saying face-to-face has nothing to do with the subtitles flowing beneath you. We are so careful not to touch, although once upon a time, I slept plastered to him in our bed, like lichen on a rock. We are two strangers who knows every shameful secret, every hidden freckle, every fatal flaw in each other.

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But there's an enormous difference between an audience that's watching you because they can't wait to see what comes next and an audience that's watching you because they're waiting for you to fail.

next differences waiting

I imagine having that sixth sense, the certainty that what I'm looking for is within reach, even if it's still hidden.

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A world that was crowded with people could still be a very lonely... by Jodi Picoult

A world that was crowded with people could still be a very lonely place.

lonely people world