Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white... - Jodi Picoult
"Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey."
"Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey."
"Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall."
"When you love someone you let them take care of you."
"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."
"and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart."
"and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart."