Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.
Jodi PicoultPeter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.
Jodi PicoultYou can't be real," Delilah murmurs. "Says who?" I ask. "Did you really think that a story exists only when you're reading it?
Jodi PicoultYour problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.
Jodi Picoult