Jodi Picoult Quotes

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

My heart was broken and my head was just barely inhabitable

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

Having your heart broken is like going through grief, it's really hard.

I was extremely timid and to be made to feel that I was not wanted, although in a place where I had every right to be, even months afterwards caused me sometimes weeks of pain. Every time any one of these disagreeable incidents came into my mind, my heart sank, and I was anew tortured by the thought of what I had endured, almost as much as the incident itself.

Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time.

To have your heart in pieces while every other aspect of your life couldn't go better is a traumatic experience. In appearance, life is fine. But as you put your day in focus, everything turns grey. What happened made me realise that complete, absolute happiness doesn't exist.

I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.

There is no pain like the first time you get your heart broken.

From the way that people have always talked about your heart being broken, it sort of seemed to be a one-time thing. Mine seemed to break all the time.

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

Have you ever experienced a pain so sharp in your heart that it's all you can do to take a breath? It's a pain you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy; you wouldn't want to pass it on to anyone else for fear he or she might not be able to bear it. It's the pain of being betrayed by a person with whom you've fallen in love. It's not as serious as death, but it feels a whole lot like it, and as I've come to learn, pain is pain any way you slice it.

I was not wounded in any part of my body, but I had never experienced such intense pain, such a ripping of the nerves, such an ache of the heart.

The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met

Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs. On the outside it looks like nothing's wrong, but every breath hurts.

My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.

Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once the rest is just scratches.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.

Stress is a form of suffering.