Jodi Picoult Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path you've got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you're making a mistake.

  Jodi Picoult

  Mistake, Eye, Path

  Jodi Picoult (2009). “My Sister's Keeper - Movie Tie-In: A Novel”, p.21, Simon and Schuster

• Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.

  Jodi Picoult

  Eye, Religion, Sometimes

• When you are attracted to people, it's because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

  Jodi Picoult

  Love, Kindness, Eye

  Jodi Picoult (2014). “Sing You Home: A Novel”, p.458, Simon and Schuster

• I think you can love a person too much. You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right, and all the while, you are falling apart yourself. You don't even realize what you look like, how far you've deteriorated, because you only have eyes for someone else.

  Jodi Picoult

  Running, Fall, Eye

  Jodi Picoult (2009). “Handle with Care: A Novel”, p.411, 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.

  Jodi Picoult

  Dog, Heart, Eye

• It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

  Jodi Picoult

  Eye, Ordinary Days, Blink

  Jodi Picoult (2009). “Handle with Care: A Novel”, p.144, Simon and Schuster

• I know what love is. When you find the person you are supposed to love, bells ring and fireworks go off in your head and you can't find the words to speak and you think about him all the time. When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into their eyes.

  Jodi Picoult

  Love You, Eye, Love Is

• Suddenly I realize that this is what I've been waiting for - a man who depends entirely on me... I dreamed for years of a man who couldn't live without me, a man who pictured my face when he closed his eyes, who loved me when I was a mess in the morning and when dinner was late and even when I overloaded the washing machine and burned out the motor. [My son] stares up at me as if I can do no wrong. I have always wanted someone who treats me the way he does; I just didn't know that I'd have to give birth to him.

  Jodi Picoult

  Morning, Eye, Son

• I ...understand how a parent might hit a child- it's because you can look into their eyes and see a reflection of yourself that you wish you hadn't.

  Jodi Picoult

  Children, Eye, Reflection

  Jodi Picoult (2009). “My Sister's Keeper - Movie Tie-In: A Novel”, p.166, Simon and Schuster

• 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

  Eye, I Love Him, Sight

• 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.

  Jodi Picoult

  Heart, Eye, Men

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

• I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.

  Jodi Picoult

  Relationship, Distance, Eye

  Jodi Picoult (2009). “Keeping Faith”, p.2, Harper Collins

• What makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you'll never take your eyes off her again?

  Jodi Picoult

  Eye, Past, People

  Jodi Picoult (2003). “Second Glance”, p.32, Simon and Schuster

• At 17, 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 was as vital as oxygen. Adults, light years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked and said, 'This too shall pass' - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something everyone recalled as a milk nuisance, completely forgetting how painful it had been at the time.

  Jodi Picoult

  Eye, Light, Oxygen

• Once upon a time there were two sisters. One of them was really, really strong, and one of them wasn't.' You looked at me. 'Your turn.' I rolled my eyes. 'The strong sister went outside into the rain and realized the reason she was strong was because she was made out of iron, but it was raining and she rusted. The end.' No, because the sister who wasn't strong went outside into the rain when it was raining, and hugged her really tight until the sun came out again.

  Jodi Picoult

  Strong, Rain, Eye

  Jodi Picoult (2009). “Handle with Care: A Novel”, p.374, Simon and Schuster

• 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

  Eye, Color, Weather

  Jodi Picoult (2008). “Nineteen Minutes”, p.308, Simon and Schuster

• Memories are like a still life painted by ten different student artists: some will be blue-based; others red; some will be as stark as Picasso and others as rich as Rembrandt; some will be foreshortened and others distant. Recollections are in the eye of the beholder; no two held up side by side will ever quite match.

  Jodi Picoult

  Memories, Eye, Artist

  Jodi Picoult (2007). “Vanishing acts”, p.497, 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.

  Jodi Picoult

  Baby, Pain, Eye

• 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.

  Jodi Picoult

  Pain, Eye, Years

• 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

  Sweet, Heart, Eye

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

• The woman who opens the door has a blue stain on her shirt and dark hair wound into a messy knot and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They're pale, like a lioness's, nearly golden, but they also look like they've done their fair share of crying, and we all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn't have any.

  Jodi Picoult

  Beautiful, Eye, Dark

  "House Rules". Book by Jodi Picoult, March 2, 2010.

• That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there. That we made mistakes. I closed my eyes, sick of the riddles, and to my surprise all I could see were dandelions-as if they had been painted on the fields of my imagination, a hundred thousand suns. And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.

  Jodi Picoult

  Mistake, Eye, Men

  Jodi Picoult (2012). “The Jodi Picoult Collection #4: Change of Heart, Handle with Care, and House Rules”, p.107, Simon and Schuster

• How could I not have seen this coming, when I looked into your eyes and vowed to be with you forever?

  Jodi Picoult

  Eye, Forever

  Jodi Picoult (2011). “Sing You Home: A Novel”, p.404, Simon and Schuster

• Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that's heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it's all going in the other direction.

  Jodi Picoult

  Song, Heart, Eye

• His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

  Jodi Picoult

  Eye, Dark, Blue

  Jodi Picoult (2009). “Keeping Faith”, p.22, Harper Collins

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