Jodi Picoult Want Quotations

I have the most devoted and loyal following. I could probably type up my grocery list and they'd all want to read it. I love that they're willing to let me go wherever I need to go as an author, and they're happy to come along for the ride as the reader.

You want to write something as good as what you've read.

There are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world.

She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all." I test the words on my tongue. "I think I might be in love with her. But how can I really know, since the only love I've ever experienced was written for me?

We could all be lucky. We could all be what we want to be, instead of who someone else told us to be.

What I want, more than anything, is to turn back time a little. To become the kid I used to be, who believed whatever my mother said was one hundred percent true and right without looking hard enough to see the hairline crack.

There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.

you're not a bad person because you want to be yourself.

If you want to love a parent you have to understand the incredible investment he or she has in you. If you are a parent, and you want to be loved, you have to deserve it.

Life isn't nearly as stable as we want it to be.

I don't understand why it's a sin if you love something and want to keep it from having to suffer.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

A dutiful mother is someone who follows every step her child makes...And a good mother is someone whose child wants to follow her.

There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.

There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.

I want to live," he said, "So I have to die.

I didn't want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it's hard to remember who I am...

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

If you want to see God laugh, make a plan.

How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

This isn't a lie, actually. I don't care why Edward left. All I really want to know is why I wasn't enough to make him stay.

I can see myself now, she said. And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there.

We all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn't really an answer to that question.

What if what you know isn’t what people want to hear?

Listen,” she said. “I may not be what you want right now, but I’m all you’ve got.

...when they look at me, I so badly want to be who they see.

If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

It was the first time she'd discovered something she really didn't want to find, and she didn't know what to do once she'd found it.

I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.

Suddenly, I don't want to be this person anymore. I don't want to pretend I'm fooling the world when I'm not. I want someone else to have a plan for me, because I'm not doing a very good job myself.

Just because you keep something a secret doesn't mean it never happened, no matter how much you want that to be true.

What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

I know what it's like to start something and have it suddenly grow out of control. And you want to get rid of it, because it's hurting you and everyone else around you, but every time you try to do that, it consumes you again.

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

The optimist in me wants to believe sexuality will eventually become like handwriting: there’s no right way and wrong way to do it. We’re all just wired differently. It's also worth noting that when you meet someone, you never bother to ask if he’s right or left-handed. After all: does it really matter to anyone other than the person holding the pen?

When you want something bad, you'll tell yourself a thousand lies.

Sometimes to get what you want the most, you have to do what you want the least.

It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.

You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it's a catch-22: all of those things you're willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you've lost yourself.