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. Jodi Picoult More Quotes by Jodi Picoult More Quotes From Jodi Picoult But you could only remake your own future, not anyone else's, and for some people that just wasn't good enough. Jodi Picoult good-enough enough people I wonder if, as you get older, you stop missing people so fiercely. Maybe growing up is just focusing on what you've got, instead of what you don't. Jodi Picoult growing-up missing people I know what love is. When you find the person you are supposed to love, bells ring and fireworks go off in your head and you can't find the words to speak and you think about him all the time. When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into their eyes. Jodi Picoult eye love-you love-is 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. Jodi Picoult rich wanted life Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions. Jodi Picoult eye sometimes religion Every life has a soundtrack. Jodi Picoult soundtracks I don’t think anyone who falls in love has a choice. You’re just pulled to that person like true north, whether it’s good for you or bound to break your heart. Jodi Picoult falling-in-love heart thinking If you choose to be looking for something, you'd better be ready for whatever it is you are find. Because it may not be what you've been expecting. Jodi Picoult expecting ready may In fairytales, when the mask came off, the handsome prince still loved the girl, no matter what -and that alone would turn her into a princess. Jodi Picoult princess girl love One person's trauma is another's loss of innocence. Jodi Picoult trauma innocence loss If words had flavors, hers would be bitter almonds and coffee grounds. Jodi Picoult flavor coffee would-be My favorite part of any event is a Q&A. I do get asked a lot of the same questions but every now and then someone surprises me - and I LOVE that. Jodi Picoult my-favorite surprise events Close a door, and you'd still feel a breeze through the window. Jodi Picoult breeze doors window Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole. Jodi Picoult together heart promise Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you. Jodi Picoult sacrifice feels mean If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost? Jodi Picoult drifting lost people The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning. Jodi Picoult morning ideas thinking Bleeding heart, he’d called her. Well. He should know. He’d been the first to rip it to pieces. Jodi Picoult rip pieces heart I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack. Jodi Picoult family morning fall There should be a statute of limitation on grief. A rulebook that says it is all right to wake up crying, but only for a month. That after 42 days you will no longer turn with your heart racing, certain you have heard her call out your name. That there will be no fine imposed if you feel the need to clean out her desk; take down her artwork from the refrigerator; turn over a school portrait as you pass - if only because it cuts you fresh again to see it. That it's okay to measure the time she has been gone, the way we once measured her birthdays. Jodi Picoult grief time school
