Jodi Picoult Quotes

He longed to be lost but he couldn't bear not to be found.

I tend toward characters who are more lost than found.

I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.

I do struggle with the fact that I don't have all the answers.

I don't know what I am. And it's not important.

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

Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know.

My life was a mystery even as I lived it.

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

I'm not even sure who I really am sometimes.

Au contraire..." "What?" Constance demanded. Curtain blinked. ~ The Perilous Journey

I'm not lost, because I haven't any idea where to go that I might get lost on the way to. I'd like to get lost, because then I'd know where I was going, you see.

I don't even know what I'm looking for, although I hope I'll know it if I find it along the way. Sometimes I want to simplify my life into a simple bare thing. And other times I want to complicate it so thoroughly that everything I touch will become bound in some way to me. I've become quite aware of my contradictions, but there's no true resolution in that.

It was the first time she'd discovered something she really didn't want to find, and she didn't know what to do once she'd found it.

The more I try to explain myself, the less I understand myself.

…balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.

Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.

I'm not in love. I'm not out of love. I'm just trying to find some version of the truth.

It's okay to be confused. Confusion is the route to all the clarity in the world.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.

How would I know which one I was?

I'm a strange person. Sometimes I hardly know what I'm going to do or say next. Sometimes I seem a stranger to myself. Sometimes what I do surprises me and I can't understand why I do it.

Sometimes I'm not so sure just who I am either.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

We may listen to our inner self-and still not know which ocean we hear roaring.