More quotes by Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care

"Words got in the way. The things we felt the hardest--like what it was like to have a boy touch you as if you were made of light, or what it meant to be the only person in the room who wasn't noticed--weren't sentences; they were knots in the wood of our bodies, places where our blood flowed backward. If you asked me, not that anyone ever did, the only words worth saying were I'm sorry."
"A sacrament--like marriage--means living a life better than your natural instincts, so that you're modeling God. And God never gives up."
"When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth."
"But love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't about falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them. All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here."
"All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here."