Scars are just a treasure map of pain we've buried too deep to remember.
Jodi PicoultThe highest ranking wolf in the pack isn't the one that uses brute force. It's the one who can, and chooses not to.
Jodi PicoultThere are no fairy tales in the wild, no Cinderella stories. The lowly wolf that seems to rise to the top of the pack was really the alpha all along
Jodi PicoultIt was no coincidence, that fear could move a person to extremes, just as seamlessly as love. They were the conjoined twins of emotion: If you didn't know what was at stake to lose, you had nothing to fight for.
Jodi PicoultTags: fear love loss relationships rape trauma survivor
There are no silver bullets in life; there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug yourself.
Jodi PicoultTags: autism asburger-s
Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.
Jodi PicoultHow could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys. You did not suffer the death of a child and say there was a loss. There was a catastrophe. A devastation. A hell.
Jodi PicoultTags: love loss sadness death sad grief
Even though the injury has faded, I still see it the way it was right after the accident: raw and red, a jagged lightning bold splitting the symmetry of my face. In this, I suppose I'm like a girl with an eating disorder, who weighs ninety-eight pounds but sees a fat person staring back at her from the mirror. It isn't even a scar to me, really. It's a map of where my life went wrong.
Jodi PicoultThe world just feels different for those of us who come alive after dark. It's more fragile and unreal, a replica of the one everyone else inhabits.
Jodi PicoultYou would be surprised at the lengths you will go to believe the best about someone if you truly love him
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