Jodi Picoult Sing Quotations

there was not much distinction between losing a friend and a lover: it was all about intimacy. One moment, you had someone to share your biggest triumph, and fatal flaws with; the next minute, you had to keep them bottled inside.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

You might have to lose control before you could find out what you'd been missing.

That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one

It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.

What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?

I pointed to the wound. "It's missing," I said. My grandmother smiled, and that was all it took for me to stop seeing the scar, and to recognize her again. "Yes," she said. "But see how much of me is left?

I’m gonna miss you,” Brianna says. “I’m gonna miss you too, baby,” Angelo murmurs. For Pete’s sake. It’s not like she’s leaving on a trip around the world. She’s only headed to homeroom.

May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

You can miss a person you've never known.

And in general, the residents of the town wondered why they all felt hollow just beneath the throat, the result of missing something they had never been able to name in the first place.

I know that the first person I kissed won't be nearly as important as the last person I kiss.

It is strange to think that we might have crossed paths, and still not have known what we were missing.

There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.

But there’s a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn’t near you.

Doctors put a wall up between themselves and their patients; nurses broke it down.

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.

I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that, even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.

Here are the things I know for sure: When you think you’re right, you are most likely wrong. Things that break—be they bones, hearts, or promises—can be put back together but will never really be whole. And, in spite of what I said, you can miss a person you’ve never known. I learn this over and over again,

I wonder if, as you get older, you stop missing people so fiercely. Maybe growing up is just focusing on what you've got, instead of what you don't.

The doctors may be mapping out the war games, but it is the nurses who make the conflict bearable.

You have to understand what you’re missing before you can really feel a loss.

I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.

If you don't know there's an alternative, you can't miss it

But still, it looked completely natural, as if we had been kissing at the ends of sentences for ages, while the rest of the world was still hung up on punctuation.

I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.