I think we deserve a happily-ever-after." "If anyone ever did, it... by Jodi Picoult

I think we deserve a happily-ever-after." "If anyone ever did, it's us.

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The best place to cry is on a mother's arms. by Jodi Picoult

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

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That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever... by Jodi Picoult

That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?

suffering fiction

Reason number 106 why dogs are smarter than humans: once you leave the litter, you server contact with your mothers.

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The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it’s a damn... by Jodi Picoult

The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it’s a damn good start.

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Everyone has a book inside of them - but it doesn't do any good u... by Jodi Picoult

Everyone has a book inside of them - but it doesn't do any good until you pry it out.

Sometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin, so that I can't help but do something inappropriate. Its breath is full of lies; it smells of spite.

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My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a ca... by Jodi Picoult

My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.

I wondered how long it took for a baby to become yours, for familiarity to set in. Maybe as long as it took a new car to lose that scent, or a brand-new house to gather dust. Maybe that was the process more commonly described as bonding: the act of learning your child as well as you know yourself.

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Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it w... by Jodi Picoult

Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.

Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a d... by Jodi Picoult

Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?

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Polar north can't get away from a magnet; the magnet finds it, no... by Jodi Picoult

Polar north can't get away from a magnet; the magnet finds it, no matter what.

get-away no-matter-what matter

I think you can love a person too much. You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right, and all the while, you are falling apart yourself. You don't even realize what you look like, how far you've deteriorated, because you only have eyes for someone else.

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I know what it's like to start something and have it suddenly grow out of control. And you want to get rid of it, because it's hurting you and everyone else around you, but every time you try to do that, it consumes you again.

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What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our... by Jodi Picoult

What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

worst behavior want

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

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parenting isn't a noun but a verb--an ongoing process instead of an accomplishment. And that no matter how many years you put into the job, the learning curve is, well, fairly flat.

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We dont have to accept each others beliefs..but we do have to accept each others right to believe them.

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Real mothers don't just listen with humble embarrassment to the elderly lady who offers unsolicited advice in the checkout line when a child is throwing a tantrum. We take the child, dump him in the lady's cart, and say, "Great. Maybe you can do a better job." Real mothers know that it's okay to eat cold pizza for breakfast. Real mothers admit it is easier to fail at this job than to succeed.

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My chest feels full of glitter and helium, the way it used to when I was little and riding my father's shoulders at twilight, when I knew that if I held up my hands and spread my fingers like a net, I could catch the coming stars.

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Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

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