Leaving Time

by Jodi Picoult

sometimes, you can attempt to make all the difference in the world, and it still is like trying to stem the tide with a sieve. The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it … some stories just don’t have a happy ending.

memory is linked to strong emotion, and that negative moments are like scribbling with permanent marker on the wall of the brain.

Maybe growing up is just focusing on what you’ve got, instead of what you don’t.

Grandmothers in Botswana tell their children that if you want to go quickly, go alone. If you want to go far, you must go together.

That’s all a human life is, really—a do-over, a chance to get it right … or you’ll be brought back to try again.

“I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it.”

Don’t do any intentional harm to yourself or anyone else, and get happy.

Where there is support, there is no grief.

A bruise is how the body remembers it’s been wronged.

Hope is a balloon, always just a breath away from being deflated.

One man’s coincidence is another’s connection.