Once, Lacy had been present at the birth of an infant that was missing half its heart. The family had known their child would not live; they chose to carry through with the pregnancy, in the hope that they could have a few brief moments on this earth with her before she was gone for good. Lacy had stood in a corner of the room as the parents held their daughter. She didn't study their faces; she just couldn't. Instead, she focused on the medical needs of that newborn. She watched it, still and frost-blue, move one tiny fist in slow motion, like an astronaut navigating space. Then, one by one, her fingers unfurled and she let go.
Jodi PicoultExactly one month after he was convicted, when the lights were dimmed and the detention officers made a final sweep of the catwalk, Peter reached down and tugged off his right sock. He turned on his side in the lower bunk, so that he was facing the wall. He fed the sock into his mouth, stuffing it as far back as it would go.
When it got hard to breathe, he fell into a dream. He was still eighteen, but it was the first day of kindergarten. He was carrying his backpack and his Superman lunch box. The orange school bus pulled up and, with a sigh, split open its gaping jaws. Peter climbed the steps and faced the back of the bus, but this time, he was the only student on it. He walked down the aisle to the very end, near the emergency exit. He put his lunch box down beside him and glanced out the rear window. It was so bright he thought the sun itself must be chasing them down the highway.
'Almost there,' a voice said, and Peter turned around to look at the driver. But just as there had been no passengers, there was no one at the wheel.
Here was the amazing thing: in his dream, Peter wasn't scared. He knew, somehow, that he was headed exactly where he'd wanted to go.
Bila kau mencintai seseorang, kau ingin agar ia memiliki semua yang didambakannya
Jodi PicoultTags: love
Jika kau memilih untuk mencari sesuatu, maka sebaiknya kau siap menghadapi apa pun yang kau temukan. Karena mungkin itu bukan seperti yang kau harapkan.
Jodi PicoultTags: life
Cinta bukanlah suatu persamaan. Cinta bukan suatu kontrak, dan bukan suatu akhir yang bahagia. Cinta adalah papan tulis di bawah kapur tulis, tanah dari mana gedung-gedung muncul, dan oksigen dalam udara. Cinta adalah tempat aku kembali, ke mana pun aku pergi.
Jodi PicoultTags: love
When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.
Jodi PicoultTags: memories
So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?
Jodi PicoultTags: marriage
There had been so many easy words between them that Daniel was guilty of nodding every now and then and tuning out the excess. He hadn't known, at the time, that he should have been hoarding these, like bits of sea glass hidden in the pocket of a winter coat to remind him that once it had been summer.
Jodi PicoultYou give her all your french fries, even when she won't give you back onion rings,' Sophie says. 'And when you say her name it sounds different.'
How?'
Sophie thinks. 'Like it's covered with blankets.
Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.
Jodi PicoultTags: self-sacrifice wrong right
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