I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.
Jodi PicoultTag: father hug parent hold picoult
This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone...a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.
Jodi PicoultTag: rage secret security anger empty heartbreak picoult
You don't have to say I love you to say I love you," you said with a shrug. "All you have to do is say my name and I know."
..."Can't you hear it?" you said. "When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.
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They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?
Jodi PicoultTag: bleeding fake bullets picoult jodi
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