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Jodi Picoult Quotes about Heart - Page 2

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There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

Memories, Heart, Feelings

Jodi Picoult (2006). “The Tenth Circle: A Novel”, p.35, Simon and Schuster

Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to put her fist through a mirror. She would tell everyone it was so that she could see what was on the other side, but really, it was so that she wouldn't have to look at herself. That, and because she thought she might be able to steal a piece of glass when no one was looking, and use it to carve her heart out of her chest.

Girl, Heart, Glasses

Jodi Picoult (2009). “Handle with Care: A Novel”, p.318, Simon and Schuster

Sometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin, so that I can't help but do something inappropriate. Its breath is full of lies; it smells of spite.

Lying, Heart, Thinking

Jodi Picoult (2012). “The Jodi Picoult Collection #4: Change of Heart, Handle with Care, and House Rules”, p.534, Simon and Schuster

Relationships always sounded so physically painful: you fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head. Was it any wonder that people came through the experience with battle scars?

Love You, Heart, People

Jodi Picoult (2006). “The Tenth Circle: A Novel”, p.205, Simon and Schuster

When you have been with your partner for so many years, they become the glove compartment map that you've worn dog-eared and white-creased, the trail you recogonize so well you could draw it by heart and for this very reason keep it with you on journeys at all times. And yet, when you least expect it, one day you open your eyes and there is an unfamiliar turnoff, a vantage point taht wasn't there before, and you have to stop and wonder if maybe this landmark isn't new at all, but rather something you have missed all along.

Dog, Heart, Eye

Africa - You can see a sunset and believe you have witnessed the Hand of God. You watch the slope lope of a lioness and forget to breathe. You marvel at the tripod of a giraffe bent to water. In Africa, there are iridescent blues on the wings of birds that you do not see anywhere else in nature. In Africa, in the midday heart, you can see blisters in the atmosphere. When you are in Africa, you feel primordial, rocked in the cradle of the world.

Believe, Heart, Sunset

Things break all the time. Glass and dishes and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence, and fever... promises break. Hearts break.

Horse, Coffee, Heart

Jodi Picoult (2009). “Handle with Care: A Novel”, p.1, Simon and Schuster

I didn't think i could possibly love another baby as much as I loved the one I'd already had," I continue. "But the strangest thing happened when I held you for the first time. It was like my heart suddenly unfolded. Like there was this secret space I didn't even know existed, and there was room for both of you." I stare at her. "Once my feelings were stretched like that, there was no going back. Without you, it just would have felt empty.

Baby, Heart, Thinking

Jodi Picoult (2012). “Lone Wolf: A Novel”, p.266, Simon and Schuster

Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken

Hurt, Heart, Broken

Jodi Picoult, Samantha van Leer (2013). “Between the Lines”, p.235, Simon and Schuster

When you don't fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro. You can hear a whisper about you from a mile away. You can disappear, even when it looks like you're still standing right there. You can scream, and nobody hears a sound. You become the mutant who fell into the vat of acid, the Joker who can't remove his mask, the bionic man who's missing all his limbs and none of his heart. You are the thing that used to be normal, but that was so long ago, you can't even remember what it was like.

Heart, Eye, Men

Jodi Picoult (2013). “Nineteen Minutes: A Novel”, p.195, Simon and Schuster

Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.

Sweet, Heart, Eye

Jodi Picoult (2012). “The Jodi Picoult Collection #3: Vanishing Acts, The Tenth Circle, and Nineteen Minutes”, p.1147, Simon and Schuster

It's like picking up an unfamiliar piece of sheet music & starting to stumble through it, only to realize it is a melody you'd once learned by heart, one you can play without even trying.

Heart, Play, Trying

Jodi Picoult (2009). “My Sister's Keeper - Movie Tie-In: A Novel”, p.128, Simon and Schuster

On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive - the sum of the parts equal more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor asshole would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart.

Heart, Wind, Alive

Jodi Picoult (2009). “My Sister's Keeper: A Novel”, p.112, Simon and Schuster

As it turns out, you can function while your heart is being torn to shreds.

Heart, Function, Torn

Jodi Picoult (2007). “Perfect Match”, p.220, Simon and Schuster

Perhaps he d always known that the truth of a person lies in the heart.

Lying, Heart, Persons

Jodi Picoult (1995). “Harvesting the Heart: A Novel”, p.30, Penguin

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