Quotes From "Nineteen Minutes" By Jodi Picoult

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream. Jodi Picoult

I don't know what you think of me. And you certainly would never picture us together. But probably peanut butter was just peanut butter for a long time, before someone ever thought of pairing it with jelly. And there was salt, but it started to taste better when there was pepper. And what's the point of butter without bread? (Why are all these examples of FOODS?! ! ?! ?! ?! ?! ?! ) Anyway by myself I'm nothing special. But with you I could be. Jodi Picoult

Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever? Jodi Picoult

There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations. Jodi Picoult

Everyone knew that if you divided reality by expectation, you got a happiness quotient. But when you invert the equation - expectation divided by reality - you didn't get the opposite of happiness. What you got, Lewis realized, was hope. Jodi Picoult

Wenn jemand starb, dem du dein Herz geschenkt hattest, nahm er es dann mit? Jodi Picoult

And that was the greatest heartbreak of all- no matter how spectacular we want our children to be, no matter how perfect we pretend they are, they are bound to disappoint. As it turns out, kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through. Jodi Picoult

It was easier for girls. They could say This hurts, or I don’t like how this feels, and have the complaint be socially acceptable. Boys, though, didn’t speak that language. They didn’t learn it as children and they didn’t manage to pick it up as adults, either. Jodi Picoult

When feeling came back, in a storm of color and force and sensation, the most you could do was hold on to the person beside you and hope you could weather it. Alex closed her eyes and expected the worst-but it wasn't a bad thing; it was just a different thing. A messier one, more complicated one. She hesitated, and then she kissed Patrick back, willing to concede that you might have to lose control before you could find what you'd been missing. . Jodi Picoult

She suddenly remembered studying the brain in science class- how a steel rod pierced a man's skull, and he opened his mouth to speak Portuguese, a language he'd never studied. Maybe it would be like this, now, for Josie. Maybe her native tongue, from here on in, would be a string of lies. Jodi Picoult

As Lacy waited for her turn to speak on Peter's behalf, she thought back to the first time she realized she could hate her own child. Jodi Picoult

Something still exists as long as there's someone still around to remember it. Jodi Picoult

Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than to hurt someone with the truth. Jodi Picoult

When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself. Jodi Picoult

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it? Jodi Picoult

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? Jodi Picoult

Imagine waking up one morning and finding a piece of yourself you didn't even know existed. Jodi Picoult

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. Jodi Picoult

If there isn’t a them, there can’t be an us. Jodi Picoult