The legal system works really well, if you communicate a certain way. But if you don't, it all goes to Hell in a handbasket really quickly. Jodi Picoult More Quotes by Jodi Picoult More Quotes From Jodi Picoult Nobody, who looks at a shard of flint lying beneath a rock ledge, or who finds a splintered log by the side of the road would ever find magic in their solitude. But in the right circumstances, if you bring them together, you can start a fire that consumes the world. Jodi Picoult rocks fire lying Fiction comes in all shapes and sizes. Secrets,lies,stories. We all tell them. Sometimes,because we hope to entertain. Sometimes,because we need to distract. And sometimes, because we have to. Jodi Picoult secret lying needs You don't make peace only with G-d. You make it with people. Sin isn't global. It's personal. If you do wrong to someone, the only way to fix that is to go to that same person and do right by him. Jodi Picoult sin people way Tutoring a four year old to get into an exclusive preschool made as much sense as hiring a swim coach for a guppy. Jodi Picoult four swim years Good people are good people; religion has nothing to do with it. Jodi Picoult good-people people The best thing about endings is knowing that just ahead is the daunting task to start over. Jodi Picoult starting-over tasks knowing It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it’s there. Jodi Picoult holes matter It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you’re alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice. Jodi Picoult turns different past People have to experience things that terrify them. If they don't, how will they ever come to appreciate safety? Jodi Picoult appreciate safety people Each memory is like a paper flower stowed up a magician's sleeve: invisible one moment and then so substantial and florid the next I cannot imagine how it stayed hidden all this time. And like those paper flowers, once they've been let loose in the world, the memories are impossible to tuck away again. Jodi Picoult flower memories world If history has a habit of repeating itself, doesn't someone have to stay behind to shout out a warning? Jodi Picoult shout-out habit warning Inside each of us is a monster; inside each of us is a saint. The real question is which one we nurture the most, which one will smite the other. Jodi Picoult real monsters life The reason I am still sitting at Josef's kitchen table is the same reason traffic slows after a car wreck- you want to see the damage; you can't let yourself pass without that mental snapshot. We are drawn to horror even as we recoil from it. Jodi Picoult kitchen car sitting 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. Jodi Picoult grandmother order father What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too. Jodi Picoult hate doe trying There are so many ways to betray someone. You can whisper behind his back. You can deceive him on purpose. You can deliver him into the hands of his enemy, when he trusts you. You can break a promise. The question is, if you do any of those things, are you also betraying yourself? Jodi Picoult hands enemy promise Sometimes all you need to live one more day is a good reason to stick around. Jodi Picoult sticks sometimes needs Fiction is like that, once it is released into the world: contagious, persistent. Like the contents of Pandora's box, a story that's freely given can't be contained anymore. It becomes infectious, spreading from the person who created it to the person who listens, and passes it on. Jodi Picoult stories fiction world There are all sorts of losses people suffer - from the small to the large. You can lose your keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion. Jodi Picoult grief children moving My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men. Jodi Picoult dragons brother men
