Eric understands that the world is rarelythe way it is supposed to be. And he knows that, given the chance, we don't have to wait for someone to make messes of our lives. We do a good enough job, ourselves.
Jodi Picoultlet me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.
Jodi PicoultAnd the very act of living is a tide; at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded
Jodi Picoultsometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them.
Jodi Picoult