We are all, I suppose, beholden to our parents - the question is, how much?
Jodi PicoultMots clés parenting campbell-alexander
I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow them.
Brian Fitzgerald, talking about his children.
Mots clés growing-up parents parenting
I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.
Jodi PicoultMots clés intoxicating
You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss
Jodi PicoultNo matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it's a miracle.
Jodi PicoultMots clés the-pact
He insisted that stars were people so well loved, they were traced in constellations, to live forever
Jodi PicoultMots clés astronomy constellations
Superheroes were born in the minds of people desperate to be rescued.
Jodi PicoultMots clés superheroes
Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home? What we had wasn't about sex, or about being with someone just to show off what you've got, the way it was for other kids our age. We were, well, meant to be together. Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person. I was lucky enough to have her all along.
Jodi PicoultMots clés completeness adoration couples consummate
There should be a statute of limitation on grief. A rulebook that says it is all right to wake up crying, but only for a month. That after 42 days you will no longer turn with your heart racing, certain you have heard her call out your name. That there will be no fine imposed if you feel the need to clean out her desk; take down her artwork from the refrigerator; turn over a school portrait as you pass - if only because it cuts you fresh again to see it. That it's okay to measure the time she has been gone, the way we once measured her birthdays.
Jodi PicoultMots clés time grief limitation
She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.
Jodi PicoultMots clés jodi-picoult the-pact
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