How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.
Jodi PicoultThe reason it's important to believe in something, he said, is because you can.
Jodi PicoultHowever, no child really chooses his religion; it is just the luck of the draw which blanket of beliefs you are wrapped in.
Jodi PicoultFor the narrative to exist, so that it could be read and reread even if I was taken away. Stories outlive their writers all the time. We know plenty about Goethe and Charles Dickens from what they chose to tell, even though they have been dead for years.
Jodi PicoultMots clés stories
It is probably the hardest thing to understand: how even horror can become commonplace. . . You could stop expecting the most awful thing to happen, because it already had.
Jodi PicoultIf you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase--not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been--what would you take? The last photograph you had of your mother? A birthday gift from your best friend--a bookmark embroidered by her? A ticket stub from the traveling circus that had come through town two years ago, where you and your father held your breath as jeweled ladies flew through the air, and a brave man stuck his head in the mouth of a lion? Would you take them to make wherever you were going feel like home, or because you needed to remember where you had come from?
Jodi PicoultMots clés memory
It is amazing, what you can make yourself believe, when you have to," Josef says. "If you keep telling yourself you are a certain kind of person, eventually you will become that person.
Jodi PicoultThere is a reason history has, at its heart, the narrative of one's life.
Jodi PicoultThere is a magic to intimacy, a world built of sighs and skin that is thicker than brick, stronger than iron. There is only you, and him, so impossibly close that nothing can come between. Not the enemy, not your allies. In this safe haven, in this hallowed place and time, I could even ask the questions whose answers I feared.
Jodi PicoultMy mother used to say that sometimes if you turn a tragedy over in your hand, you can see a miracle running through it, like fool's gold in the hardest shard of rock.
Jodi PicoultMots clés tragedy
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