Jodi Picoult Quotes

I will not give up my office alive.

...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go." From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg.102.

I raised my hands, trying to shush her. "Don't shush me," she said, eyes blazing. "I hate being shushed.

The moment love becomes a relationship, it becomes a bondage, because there are expectations and there are demands and there are frustrations, and an effort from both sides to dominate. It becomes a struggle for power.

Don’t take your hands off me even once tonight.” (Vlad)

Love, our subject: we've trained it like ivy to our walls.

Let me out," Harry said again. "No," Dumbledore repeated. "If you don't - if you keep me in here - if you don't let me-" "By all means continue destroying my possessions," said Dumbledore. "I daresay I have too many.

I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.

What you can't be with, won't let you be.

All I wanted was to break your walls, all you wanted was to break me

You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I willna let ye go

It doesn't really matter whether you grip the arms of the dentist's chair or let your hands lie in your lap. The drill drills on.

He tipped her head up. "Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.

If you beat your head against the wall, it is your head that breaks and not the wall.

Please don't worry. I will always come for you. I won't let you go until you understand that." "Then I refuse to understand," she said.

There's genuine pain in Eric's eyes. And I feel a stab of guilt. But you can't stay with people because of guilt.

In that case I will devote my life to beating my head against that wall.

Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. "Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want.

Don't walk out of here. I can't lose you.

Once you get something, it's awfully tough to take it away.

The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us.

I cannot choose to ignore this feeling, of life slowly bleeding out of me. I cannot ignore the fact that life only makes sense to me when I see a smile, or feel another hand in mine.

That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.

Of course it hurts", she grumbled, tipping my head further back. "Life sucks. Get over it

You want the world to be what you want it to be, and sometimes the world doesn't want that.