My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tem... - Jodi Picoult

"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."

"The thinnest slice would be teeming with memories of a love so strong it turned you inside out and left you gasping, and would be an identical match to a slice stored in the heart of a soul mate."

"Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey."

"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."

"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."