The Book of Two Ways

by Jodi Picoult

I did not realize at that time that when you plant seeds, you also get roots.

The sun comes over the horizon, bloodying the desert, as if the moon was massacred overnight.

I don’t want to slip back. I was a student of history; I know this. The shadow of a thing doesn’t exist without the original to cast it. A dry bed was still once a river. A bell unrung is still a bell.

There’s really no such thing as a right or wrong choice. We don’t make decisions. Our decisions make us.”

You trust someone who makes space for you in his or her life…so much so that if you leave, they will feel the absence. You give someone your vulnerable, unshelled heart wrapped in a question: What will you do with it?