Jodi Picoult

A mathematical formula for happiness:Reality divided by Expectations.There were two ways to be happy:improve your reality or lower your expectations.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn't a social construct but an instinct.

Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.

There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.

Love [is] supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it [falls] apart at the deatils. It [can't] save a single person.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.