Jodi Picoult Quotes

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

To have your heart in pieces while every other aspect of your life couldn't go better is a traumatic experience. In appearance, life is fine. But as you put your day in focus, everything turns grey. What happened made me realise that complete, absolute happiness doesn't exist.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

Sometimes I feel like a human pin cushion. Every painful emotion hits me with ridiculously exaggerated force. And the anxiety feels like hands inside of me, squeezing my guts really hard.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

She tortured everybody around her, but only because she was more tortured than anyone.

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and growing too thin and having stray thoughts of jumping from my balcony like a tortured heroine in a Russian novel.

Well, you know, there's depression and depression. What I mean by depression in my own case is that depression isn't just the blues. It's not just like I have a hangover in the weekend ... the girl didn't show up or something like that. It isn't that. It's not really depression, it's a kind of mental violence which stops you from functioning properly from one moment to the next. You lose something somewhere and suddenly you're gripped by a kind of angst of the heart and of the spirit.

...you are battered and bruised in the collisions between reminiscence and reality.

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.

I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

Every fear, every night terror, every hour I cried for Liev, every fight with Sebastian is registered as a neat white scar.

He was making a brave attempt, but Jason could see the sadness lingering in his eyes. Something had happened to him... something to do with Calypso.

From this haunting feeling of being not wanted, which remained a recurrent haunt through life, I found two ways of escape, both of which in changing form also persisted. One was the invention of gods, the other was personal efficiency in work.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

now I'm told that this is life, that pain is just a simple comprimise so we can get what we want out of it. Would someone care to classify a broken heart and some twisted minds so I can find someone to rely on?

And so I leave this world, where the heart must either break or turn to lead (suicide note)

Often when people are diagnosed with a life-changing medical condition, they feel overwhelmed. They feel choked by darkness and hopelessness. Those are times when answers simply do not suffice. That's because answers don't always reach the problem where it hurts: in the gut and in the heart.

I feel very troubled in the head and heart.

Long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

My heart is its own grave!

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.

Had I left those images hidden in the emotions, I might have been torn to pieces by them.

Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.