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Jodi Picoult Quotes about Pain

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The more you get past pain, the more it goes from coal to diamond.

The more you get past pain, the more it goes from coal to diamond.

Pain, Past, Coal

Jodi Picoult (2007). “Salem Falls”, p.497, Simon and Schuster

Music therapy, to me, is music performance without the ego. It's not about entertainment as much as its about empathizing. If you can use music to slip past the pain and gather insight into the workings of someone else's mind, you can begin to fix a problem.

Pain, Past, Ego

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Ross held her face between his hands and kissed her. He tasted doubt on her tongue and pain on the roof of her mouth. He swallowed these, and drank again. Consumed, she had no choice but to see how empty he was inside, and how, sip by sip, she filled him.

Pain, Hands, Choices

Jodi Picoult (2003). “Second Glance: A Novel”, p.129, Simon and Schuster

Into the silence rips a sound that makes me let go of Max's hand and cover my ears. It is like the strafe of a bullet, nails on a chalkboard, promises being broken. It's a note I have never heard - this chord of pure pain - and it takes a moment to realize it is coming from me.

Letting Go, Pain, Rip

Jodi Picoult (2014). “Sing You Home: A Novel”, p.25, Simon and Schuster

Annie turned away, her eyes glittering. 'Here's what no one tells you,' she said. 'When you deliver a fetus, you get a death certificate, but not a birth certificate. And afterward, your milk comes in, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.' She looked up at me. 'You can't win. Either you have the baby and wear your pain on the outside, or you don't have the baby, and you keep that ache in you forever. I know I didn't do the wrong thing. But I don't feel like I did the right thing, either.

Baby, Pain, Eye

And the very act of living is a tide; at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded

Pain, Differences, One Day

Jodi Picoult (2009). “My Sister's Keeper - Movie Tie-In: A Novel”, p.422, Simon and Schuster

There is a place in you that you don't even know exists, where you can simply stand back and watch without feeling any pain.

Pain, Feelings, Watches

Jodi Picoult (2007). “Salem Falls”, p.108, Simon and Schuster

You can run but you can't hide... but I can try. I feel air catch in my lungs and I get a cramp in my side and this pain, this wonderful physical pain that I can place, reminds me that after all I am still alive.

Running, Pain, Air

Jodi Picoult (2002). “Songs of the Humpback Whale: A Novel in Five Voices”, p.23, Simon and Schuster

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

Hurt, Pain, Long

Jodi Picoult (2009). “Handle with Care: A Novel”, p.373, Simon and Schuster

Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.

Hurt, Pain, Speaks Out

Jodi Picoult (2009). “Handle with Care: A Novel”, p.25, Simon and Schuster

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?

Hurt, Pain, Love Is

Jodi Picoult (2013). “The Storyteller”, p.398, Simon and Schuster

You can't win. Either you have the baby and wear your pain on the outside, or you don't have the baby, and you keep that ache in you forever

Baby, Pain, Winning

Jodi Picoult (2009). “Handle with Care: A Novel”, p.190, Simon and Schuster

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

Love, Inspirational, Pain

Jodi Picoult (2002). “Picture Perfect”, p.359, Penguin

I have always envied people who believe strongly in religion, people who could face a tragedy by praying and know that it would be all right. As unscientific as it seems, well, it would be nice to lay the responsibilities and pain on someone else's larger shoulders.

Pain, Nice, Believe

[I] don't think I was trying to kill myself. I just wanted to hurt, and understand exactly whay I was hurting. This made sense: you cut, you felt pain, period.

Hurt, Pain, Cutting

Jodi Picoult (2009). “Handle with Care: A Novel”, p.194, Simon and Schuster

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

Love, Suicide, Pain

No," he said calmly, filled with purpose. he took her arms lightly in his hands and shook her. "I am not giving you up." Emily looked at him, and for just a moment he could read her thoughts. Melanie use to say they were like twins, with their own secret, silent language. in that instant, Chris felt her fear and her resignation, and the knotty pain of coming up against a brick wall again and again. She glanced away, and he could breathe again. "The thing is, Chris" Emily said, "it's not your choice.

Pain, Wall, Hands

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.

Heartbreak, Letting Go, Pain

Yes, she is." He looks at me, his face carved in pain. "She is dying, Sara. She will die, either tonight or tomorrow or maybe a year from now if we're really lucky. You heard what Dr. Chance said. Arsenic's not a cure. It just postpones what's coming." My eyes fill up with tears. "But I love her," I say, because that is reason enough.

Pain, Eye, Years

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.

Pain, Maps, Treasure

Jodi Picoult (2012). “Lone Wolf: A Novel”, p.340, Simon and Schuster

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