#picoult

I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#hold #hug #parent #picoult #life

You don't have to say I love you to say I love you," you said with a shrug. "All you have to do is say my name and I know." ..."Can't you hear it?" you said. "When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#love #picoult #love

The question is not if you're willing to die for her. The question is, can you live without her? ↗

— Samantha van Leer

#jodi-picoult #love #samantha-van-leer #love

Love is a tidal wave--not because it sweeps you off your feet, but because it pulls you down and drowns you. ↗

— Samantha van Leer

#jodi-picoult #love #samantha-van-leer #love

This is why there was music. There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#jodi-picoult #samantha-van-leer #music

[There's a] point where you have to leave the dough alone. It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve. I have to admit, I often feel that way myself. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#evolution #food #humor #jodi-picoult #peace

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#ethical #grief #jodi-picoult #life #moral

I smiled at him as best I could and pushed the paper across the table before he could change his mind. Because Henry DeVille was correct - there was an ingredient in my baking more concenctrated than any extract, more pungent than any spice; an ingredient that everyone would recognize and no one was able to name: it was regret, and it rose when one least expected. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#jodi-picoult #pg- #change

During the night he'd kicked off a sock; his toes were plump as early peas; it was all she could do not to taste his caramel skin. So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him,you swallowed him whole. Love was sustenance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#nineteen-minutes #selena #love

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#drama #empty #fiction #filled #jodi-picoult