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 she told me she'd be a phoenix." The image of the mythical creature rising from the ashes glitters in my mind. "They don't really exist." "She said that depends on whether or not there's someone who can see them. Jodi Picoult phoenix ashes mind But I think half the battle is figuring out what works for you, and I am much better at being a mother than I ever would have been as a lawyer. I sometimes wonder if it is just me, or if there are other women who figure out where they are supposed to be by going nowhere." - My Sister's Keeper Jodi Picoult battle mother thinking She wondered if this was true of every parent: if, prior to having children, they all used to be someone else. Jodi Picoult used parent children Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is Jodi Picoult optical-illusions strong thinking That's what happens to dreams, life gets in the way. Jodi Picoult dream happens way Choices are funny things-ask a native tribe that's eaten grubs and roots forever if they're unhappy, and they'll shrug. But give them filet mignon and truffle sauce and then ask them to go back to living off the land, and they will always be thinking of that gourmet meal. If you don't know there's an alternative, you can't miss it. Jodi Picoult funny-things land thinking Families were never what you wanted them to be. We all wanted what we couldn't have: the perfect child, the doting husband, the mother who wouldn't let go. We live in our grown-up dollhouses completely unaware that, at any moment, a hand might come in and change around everything we'd become accustomed to. Jodi Picoult mother letting-go children Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break. Jodi Picoult voice heart promise newborns reminded her of tiny buddhas Jodi Picoult tiny baby When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will. Jodi Picoult turtles sea beach I don't know what you think of me. And you certainly would never picture us together. But probably peanut butter was just peanut butter for a long time, before someone ever thought of pairing it with jelly. And there was salt, but it started to taste better when there was pepper. And what's the point of butter without bread? (Why are all these examples of FOODS?!!?!?!?!?!?!) Anyway by myself I'm nothing special. But with you I could be. Jodi Picoult special long thinking They ask, how could this happen here? Well. How could it not happen here? Jodi Picoult wells asks happens I remember for that one moment, I believe I was hitch hiking on one of those comets, falling so fast that I'd surely burn away before I ever hit the ground. Jodi Picoult hiking believe fall A dutiful mother is someone who follows every step her child makes...And a good mother is someone whose child wants to follow her. Jodi Picoult mother want children there was not much distinction between losing a friend and a lover: it was all about intimacy. One moment, you had someone to share your biggest triumph, and fatal flaws with; the next minute, you had to keep them bottled inside. Jodi Picoult losing-friends triumph next Witness testimony is always flawed. It's better than circumstantial evidence, sure, but people aren't camcorders; they don't record every action and reaction, and the very act of remembering involves chosing words, actions and images. In other words, any witness who was supposed to be giving a court facts is really just giving them a version of fiction. Jodi Picoult giving people fiction But I didn't frame it; I put into an envelope and sealed it and stuffed it far back into a corner drawer of a filing cabinet. It's there, just in case one of these days I start to lose her. There might be a morning when I wake up and her face isn't the first thing I see. Or a lazy August afternoon when I can't quite recall anymore where the freckles were on her right shoulders. Maybe one of these days, I will not be able to listen to the sound of snow falling and hear her footsteps. Jodi Picoult filing-cabinet morning fall From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand on the bottom and it only reached up to his chest. Darkness, you know, is relative. Jodi Picoult darkness views father Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you. Jodi Picoult cookies sugar caring The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending. Jodi Picoult pretending saddest world
