Jodi Picoult Quotes

Whatever life we have experienced, if we can tell our story to someone who listens, we find it easier to deal with our circumstances.

The weight is off my shoulders. I don't live in the past anymore. I look forward, instead of back.

We cannot change past events, no matter how painful, but we can always intend how we 'feel' about them and heal ourselves.

Until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed

There is no recovery for anyone without lifting the lid on the pain of the past and letting in the light.

For me, my past characters been hard, the way they died, being murdered, the sadness that goes around, the death. It's a very hard thing to do.

I am not sure if love is a salve or just a deeper kind of wound.

There is nothing quite so satisfying, and so healing, as a good cry.

Those who have hurt you in the past cannot continue to hurt you now unless you hold on to the pain through resentment.

People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future.

Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.

The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.

The surgery of life hurts. It helps me, though, to know that the surgeon himself, the Wounded Surgeon, has felt every stab of pain and every sorrow.

She needs a new journal. The one she has is problematic. To get to the present, she needs to page through the past, and when she does, she remembers things, and her new journal entries become, for the most part, reactions to the days she regrets, wants to correct, rewrite.

It is hard to imagine a world without forgiveness. Without forgiveness life would be unbearable. Without forgiveness our lives are chained, forced to carry the sufferings of the past and repeat them with no release.

Pack is for comfort when you hurt, I thought, putting my head back down. And for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, I appreciated being a part of one.

I am alone. I am here. No one is watching me. In these hours of silence that I cherish, I talk to myself and reflect. That past, entrenched in time, motionless and infinite, has vanished onto thin air. None of it remains. Why, therefore, am I hurting so much? Why did I bring back with me this nameless pain? I followed the path I set for myself, and I have forgiven. I do not want to be chained to hatred or resentment. I want to have the right to live in peace.

He'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.

I honor my grief. I try to be kinder to myself. I give myself time to move through and to process whatever is making me sad.

I grew up bar-singing and saw all kinds of ways people tried to outrun their emotional pain. It doesn't work. You end up with the original pain, as well as new pain added on top of it from the tactics you used trying to avoid it in the first place. It's best to take a deep breath, bolster yourself, and walk through it.

Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.

The past is stronger than my will to forgive forgive you, or myself, I don't know.

You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them.