Jodi Picoult Quotes

Men take their misfortunes to heart and keep them there.

Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.

This knowledge sits in my heart, heavy as a paperweight.

A man's ego is just as fragile as a woman's heart

It seems as though I've always been,somebody outside looking in,well, here I am for all of them to bleed,but they can't take my heart from me,and they can't bring me to my knees,they'll never know the real me.

And this is woman's fate: all her affections are called into life by winning flatteries, and then thrown back upon themselves to perish; and her heart, her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, is left to bleed or break!

My heart is heavy, she thought. It’s not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can I even stand straight and look out upon the world? I am doubled over into myself and, for all the weight, find only emptiness.

Secrets of the heart. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

To be sane in a mad time is bad for the brain, worse for the heart.

The longer I live, the more I observe that carrying around anger is the most debilitating to the person who bears it.

Heavy, heavy-hearted people grow lighter and rise occasionally to their surface through precisely that which makes others heavier,through hatred and love.

My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.

What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.

Nobody knew my rose of the world but me... I had too much glory. They don't want glory like that in nobody's heart

Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?

some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once.

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left. We all fall down like toy soldiers. Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

Hate is too heavy a burden to bear.

He who loves his neighbor burns his heart, and the heart, like green wood, groans when it burns, and distills itself in tears. There is no point in taking opium; it is better to put salt and vinegar in the soul's wound, for if you fall asleep and no longer feel the pain, then you no longer exist. And the point is to exist.

You know how they say we only use 10 percent of our brains? I think we only use 10 percent of our hearts.

Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.

Don't mind if I fall apart. There's more room in a broken heart.