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Don't laugh; what I miss most is
talking to you. I imagine running into you in a busy market, even
though I don't go to the market. And we decide to have lunch
and we talk over margaritas; and then we walk back to where you
are staying and we talk some more, and we talk in the hotel lobby
and we keep talking until the moon is high in the sky and the
bellhops change shifts and the night manager kicks us
out.
I
want to talk to you, but I don't have the
slightest idea of what we would have to
say.
Jodi Piccoult ~ Mercy
Jodi Piccoult ~ Mercy
Other than that, he didn't see
how the punishment would differ; a life sentence that made the
limits of your world a prison, or the prison your world became
when your sentence was simply to live.
Jodi Piccoult - Mercy
Jodi Piccoult - Mercy
Someone I know commit
suicide this morning.. He's my friend's older
sister's ex... i know it seems like a distance knowing but he
was a star football player, senior, for our highschool... he used
to play kickball with me and my friends at my neighbors house...
he was popular, never showed any signs of depression, just a
great kid.. I don't have much inspiration in this but... it
hurts so bad when it's someone you
know...
Nobody wants to admit to this, but bad
things will keep on happening. Maybe that's because it's
all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing,
and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on. You
know, like that game where you whisper a sentence into
someone's ear, and that person whispers it to someone else, and
it all comes out wrong in the end.
But then again, maybe bad things happen because it's the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.
~19 Minutes by Jodi Picoult
But then again, maybe bad things happen because it's the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.
~19 Minutes by Jodi Picoult
He was wearing a T-shirt that
said FULL FRONTAL
NERDITY, and his corn silk hair kept falling into
his eyes. "But don't you wish it could be true?" I
asked him. "Don't you wish love was so strong it could
come back to haunt you?"
I told him the story of my mother, who one night had woken up at 3:14am with a mouth full of violet petals and the scent of roses so thick in the air that she could not breathe. An hour later she was roused by a phone call: her own mother, a flourist by trade, had died of a ehart attack at 3:14am. "Science can't answer everything," I told Henry. "It doesn't explain love."
"Actually it does," he told me. "There have been all kinds of studies done. People are more attracted to people with symmetrical features, for example. And symmetrical men smell better to women. Also, people who have similar genetic traits are attracted to each other. It probably has something to do with evolution."
I burst out laughing. "That is awful," I said. "That is the most unromantic thing I've ever heard."
"I don't think so..."
"Oh, really. Say something that will sweep me off my feet," I demanded.
Henry looked at me for a long moment, until I could feel my head growing lighter and dizzier. "I think you might be perfectly symmetrical," he said.
Emma, House Rules
I told him the story of my mother, who one night had woken up at 3:14am with a mouth full of violet petals and the scent of roses so thick in the air that she could not breathe. An hour later she was roused by a phone call: her own mother, a flourist by trade, had died of a ehart attack at 3:14am. "Science can't answer everything," I told Henry. "It doesn't explain love."
"Actually it does," he told me. "There have been all kinds of studies done. People are more attracted to people with symmetrical features, for example. And symmetrical men smell better to women. Also, people who have similar genetic traits are attracted to each other. It probably has something to do with evolution."
I burst out laughing. "That is awful," I said. "That is the most unromantic thing I've ever heard."
"I don't think so..."
"Oh, really. Say something that will sweep me off my feet," I demanded.
Henry looked at me for a long moment, until I could feel my head growing lighter and dizzier. "I think you might be perfectly symmetrical," he said.
Emma, House Rules
It is hard for me to explain why it is so difficult to look
into people's eyes. Imagine what it would be like if someone
sliced your chest with a scalpel and rummaged around inside you,
squeezing your heart and lungs and kidneys. That level of copmlete
invasion is what it feels like when I make eye contact. the reason
I choose not to look at people is that I don't think it's
polite to rifle through someone's thoughts, and the eyes might
as well be glass windows, they're that
transparent.
Jacob, House Rules
Jacob, House Rules
But then, it's never the differences between people
that surprise us. It's the things that, against
all odds, we have in common.
House Rules
House Rules
The women 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.
House Rules
House Rules
This is where I go, when I go:
It's a room with no windows and no doors, and walls that are thin enough for me to see and hear everything but too thick to break through.
I'm there, but I'm not there.
I am pounding to be let out, but nobody can hear me.
This is where I go, when I go:
To a country where everyone's face looks different from mine, and the language is the act of not speaking, and noise is everywhere in the air we breathe. I am doing what the Romans do in Rome; I am trying to communicate, but no one has bothered to tell me that these people cannot hear.
This is where I go, when I go:
To the place where my body becomes a piano, full of black keys only - the sharps and the flats, when everyone knows that to play a song other people want to hear, you need some white keys.
This is why I come back:
To find those white keys.
Jacob, House Rules by Jodi Picoult
It's a room with no windows and no doors, and walls that are thin enough for me to see and hear everything but too thick to break through.
I'm there, but I'm not there.
I am pounding to be let out, but nobody can hear me.
This is where I go, when I go:
To a country where everyone's face looks different from mine, and the language is the act of not speaking, and noise is everywhere in the air we breathe. I am doing what the Romans do in Rome; I am trying to communicate, but no one has bothered to tell me that these people cannot hear.
This is where I go, when I go:
To the place where my body becomes a piano, full of black keys only - the sharps and the flats, when everyone knows that to play a song other people want to hear, you need some white keys.
This is why I come back:
To find those white keys.
Jacob, House Rules by Jodi Picoult
And we don't even know where
we're going,
But I'm feeling with you and
I"m
Glowing.
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