Jodi Picoult Quotes

She's in that state of mind that she wants to deny SOMETHING only she doesn't know what to deny!

It's hard to distinguish when I was actually struggling from when I only felt like I was struggling - which was pretty much always.

I tend toward characters who are more lost than found.

I can't say I have control over my emotions; I don't know my mind. I'm lost like everyone else. I'm certainly not a leader.

I don't know the true meaning of happiness.

I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.

Where I fit in is confusing to me.

There are times I can't even figure myself out.

Sometimes I feel like a man; sometimes I feel like a child.

I'll never be ready. Yet at the same time, you always want to reach the end. You can't fly to a destination and linger in the air. I want to reach the end of this thing, and I feel terrible about it.

Juno MacGuff: I don't know what kind of girl I am.

During those formative times, I really didn't know what was going on, and I was sort of torn in a thousand different directions with how I felt about what I was doing.

Sometimes when you find something you didn't really realize you were looking for, you just don't know how to react.

I do not understand! I understand nothing! I cannot understand nor do I want to understand! I want to believe! To Believe!

Consolation for those moments when you can't tell whether you're the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

I think that I'm throwing but I'm thrown

How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.

How did I get here How did I end up in the arms of a boy I barely knew but knew I didn't want to lose I wondered what I would have thought of Andrius in Lithuania. Would I have liked him Would he have liked me

The real trouble comes from not knowing what we really want in the first place.

The front windows as are the watchmen of grief - I've been looking beyond expectation - Beyond myself - and I do not know as I love you - Which one of us is missing.

And she keeps saying, how can you do this to me? And i want to scream, what do you mean, how can I do this to you? Aren't we confusing our pronouns here? The question, really, is How could I do this to myself?

Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.