Jodi Picoult Quotes

I went from staring at the same four walls for 21 years to seeing the whole world in just 12 months.

Every renaissance comes to the world with a cry, the cry of the human spirit to be free.

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

Then, we realize that the degraded cocoon we have been hiding in is revolting, and we want to turn up the lights as far as we can. In fact, we are not turning up the lights, but we are simply opening our eyes wider. We catch a certain kind of fever.

Transformation, liberation and celebration are the themes of all my novels.

The term 'breakout' always makes me think of an inmate or some butterfly emerging out of a cocoon.

Leaving America is like losing twenty pounds and finding a new girlfriend.

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.

Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born. Let a bloody peace be written in the sky. Let a second generation full of courage issue forth; let a people loving freedom come to growth.

I think of moving as a kind of saving grace.

I have come to believe that there are infinite passageways out of the shadows, infinite vehicles to transport us into the light.

Once I knew only darkness and stillness... my life was without past or future... but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living.

So the bodhisattva saves all beings, not by preaching sermons to them, but by showing them that they are delivered, they are liberated, by the act of not being able to stop changing.

In any social revolution the one thing that keeps it alive is hope.

Nobody brainwashed me with God in my head or anything. I just saw this new reality, and I felt like I've been blinded, and I finally took the blindfolds off.

Don't you feel a change a coming From another side of time, Breaking down the walls of silence, Lifting shadows from your mind.

He looked around, as if he was seeing the world for the first time. Beautiful was the world, colorful was the world, strange and mysterious was the world! Here was blue, here was yellow, here was green, the sky and the river flowed, the forest and the mountains were rigid, all of it was beautiful, all of it was mysterious and magical, and in its midst was he, Siddhartha, the awakening one, on the path to himself.

The truth is humbling, terrifying, and often exhilarating. It blows the doors off the hinges and fills the world with fresh air.

Life is elsewhere. Cross frontiers. Fly away.

The only way my head was going truly somewhere else was to travel to a different life and not a different airport.

Ever make mistakes in life? Let's make them birds. Yeah, they're birds now.

The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.