Jodi Picoult Quotes

We never discover the value of things till we have lost them.

We seem never to know what any thing means or is worth until we have lost it.

We only appreciate what we have when we lose it.

Every time something is taken away, you're forced to take a step back and realize how much that thing means to you. You don't realize what you've got until it's gone.

One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.

Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.

When a friend is carried to his grave, we at once find excuses for every weakness, and palliation of every fault. We recollect a thousand endearments, which before glided off our minds without impression, a thousand favors unrepaid, a thousand duties unperformed; and wish, vainly wish, for his return, not so much that we may receive as that we may bestow happiness, and recompense that kindness which before we never understood.

For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.

I no longer want reminders of what was, what got broken, what got lost, what got wasted.

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

You appreciate things after you lose them.

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.

I thought of my father and felt a deep sorrow that he should no longer be alive, and that I could not go to him and tell him that I had been awarded the Nobel Prize. I knew that no one would have been happier than he to hear this.

We do not realize what we have on Earth until we leave it.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

Bereavement is terrible, of course. And when somebody you love dies, it's a time for reflection, a time for memory, a time for regret.

It's just a fact of life that you don't realize what you've got until it's gone.

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.

I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.

you dont know what you got till its gone

There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

But that was the best time of my life, and only now that it has gone from me forever -- only now do I realize it.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.