Nineteen Minutes

by Jodi Picoult

If we don’t change the direction we are headed, we will end up where we are going.

There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.

But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask . . . with nothing beneath it?

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn’t be filled?

Happiness wasn’t just what you reported; it was also how you chose to remember.

If everyone else’s opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?

When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.

Something still exists as long as there’s someone around to remember it.