Jodi Picoult Quotes

I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.

I don't know where we went wrong, but the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back.

The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.

No one really listens to anyone else, and if you try it for a while you'll see why.

If you were falling in love and you could go back in time and relive a day and see the banal things you did that you'd forgotten about, you'd weep, looking at that day.

In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.

My ex-wife, she really didn't like the material that I did. And that's something I regret, that I wasn't more careful about making sure that she was O.K. with it. I just sort of didn't ask. So that's how that goes.

When I was working on pictures with my father, there were a couple leading ladies to whom I wish I'd expressed how I felt rather than being too cool or too shy.

Lack of communication is the key to any successful relationship going wrong.

I kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying to clean your conscience with a toothbrush.

Speaking of love, one problem that recurs more and more frequently these days, in books and plays and movies, Is the inability of people to communicate with the people they love: husbands and wives who can't communicate, Children who can't communicate with their parents, and so on. And the characters in these books and plays and so on, And in real life, I might add, spend hours bemoaning the fact that they can't communicate. I feel that if a person can't communicate, the very least he can do is to shut up!

From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.

If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?

Sometimes I don't get you,' I said. She didn't even glance at me. She just smiled toward the television and said, 'You never get me. That's the whole point.

Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.

I've given guys blow jobs just because I've run out of things to talk about.' Oh, Rae. Who hasn't

Talkin', talkin, talkin', talk. Baby, let's just knock it off. They don't know what we been through. They don't know 'bout me and you.

A lack of communication leaves fear and doubt.

I tried--I swear I tried. But you didn't want to hear what I was saying, and I used that as an excuse to let it go on.

Nowadays he doesn't think of his wife, though he knows he can turn around and evoke every move of her, describe any aspect of her, the weigh of her wrist on his heart during the night.

Sometimes sex is just a way to escape having to talk to that person.

There is no lonelier person than the one who lives with a spouse with whom he or she cannot communicate.

..I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

I will rememeber you. Will you remember me? Don't let your life pass you by and don't forget all your memories.