My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tem... - Jodi Picoult
"My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her."
"My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her."
"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."
"Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey."
"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."
"I always wondered why God was supposed to be a father,"she whispers. Fathers always want you to measure up to something. Mothers are the ones who love you unconditionally, don't you think?"
"When you love someone you let them take care of you."