Quotes From "The Pact" By Jodi Picoult

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I love you, " he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces. Jodi Picoult
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How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home? . Jodi Picoult
You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because...
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You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals. Jodi Picoult
They go on to this better place, you know, which...
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They go on to this better place, you know, which is what they wanted all along. But you and me, we're still left behind with all the questions they couldn't answer. Jodi Picoult
He kissed her so gently she wondered if she had...
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He kissed her so gently she wondered if she had imagined it Jodi Picoult
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Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. Jodi Picoult
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She sobbed the way she did everything else- with passion and excess. Jodi Picoult
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If you live in each other's pockets long enough, you're related. Jodi Picoult
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I can see myself now, she said. And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there. Jodi Picoult
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How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys. You did not suffer the death of a child and say there was a loss. There was a catastrophe. A devastation. A hell. Jodi Picoult
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She has never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess. That she had managed to keep it inside her this long was astounding to James. He thought of pushing open the half-closed door and kneeling before his wife, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and helping her upstairs. He raised his hand, stroking the wood of the door, planning to say something to calm her. But what wisdom could he offer Gus, when he could not even heed it himself? James walked upstairs again, got into bed, covered his head with a pillow. And hours later, when Gus crept beneath the sheets, he tried to pretend that he did not feel the weight of her grief, lying between them like a fitful child, so solid that he could not reach past it to touch her. . Jodi Picoult
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You always knew after shitty things happened, who your friends really were. Jodi Picoult
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The way I see it, he's all we have left ofher. Jodi Picoult
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I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live Jodi Picoult
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She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life. Jodi Picoult
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I can't do this to you, ' he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. 'Then do it for me, ' she said. Jodi Picoult
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Do you know what it's like to give your whole self to a person, and your whole heart to boot, until you've got nothing left to give- and then realize that it still isn't whay they need? Jodi Picoult
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At seventeen, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you became as vital as oxygen. Adults, light years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked "this too shall pass" - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something that everyone recalled as a mild nuisance, completely forgettingone how painful it had been at the time. Jodi Picoult
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Being a mother gives you a singular sort of vision, a prism through which you can see your child with many different faces all at once. It is the reason you can watch him shatter a ceramic lamp, and still remember him as an angel. Jodi Picoult
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...one half leaning in, one half pulling away. Jodi Picoult
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My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me? Jodi Picoult