I became a firefighter because I wanted to save people. But I should have been more specific. I should have named names.
Jodi PicoultIf I had to tell you how humans made their way to Earth, it would go like this: In the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears.
Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder.. But mostly it didn't, because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. What he didn't tell them, though, was that in the daytime, they'd never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their own foolishness.
The moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent the rest of her time holding onto whatever scraps she had left.
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 PicoultI just completed The Tenth Circle. It is an excellent mystery story surrounding a family with modern day issues.
Jodi PicoultStichwörter: mystery
His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.
Jodi PicoultAs it turned out, hell wasn't watching the people you love get hurt; it was coming in during the second act, when it was already too late to stop it from happening.
Jodi PicoultWhen you are pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself again; yet after giving birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external, subject to all sorts of dangers and disappearance, so you spend the rest of your lifet rying to figure out how to keep her close enough for for comfort.
Jodi PicoultThat's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one
Jodi PicoultAnd I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.
Jodi PicoultStichwörter: inspirational
Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.
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