Jodi Picoult

Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood - finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.

The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.

Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.

Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.

There is no straight path from your seat today to where you are going. Don't try to draw that line. You will not just get it wrong, you'll miss big opportunities. And I mean big like a tsunami wave waiting to crash over you and wash away everything you were trying to do.

All that you touch, you change. All that you change, changes you. The only lasting truth is change.

Sometimes to love someone you gotta be a stranger.

The thing about loving someone, is that yelling at them only works for a little while, no matter how much you mean it.

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can.

It's terrifying when you consider that every thought we have, every choice we could possibly make, affects the lives of everyone who loves us.

Life was a series of moments, existing only in the present. The past was already done, and the future was a hope.

We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.