Jodi Picoult Quotes About Language

Quotes about: Language

• For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

  Jodi Picoult

  Memories, Language Of Love, Language

• In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who loses a child.

  Jodi Picoult

  Sad, Children, Parent

  Jodi Picoult (2009). “My Sister's Keeper: A Novel”, p.493, Simon and Schuster

• Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?

  Jodi Picoult

  Loss, Different, Dialect

  Jodi Picoult (2009). “Handle with Care: A Novel”, p.366, Simon and Schuster

• If you ask me, music is the language of memory

  Jodi Picoult

  Memories, Language, Music Is

  Jodi Picoult (2012). “The Jodi Picoult Reader's Companion: A Collection of Excerpts”, p.33, Simon and Schuster

• So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

  Jodi Picoult

  Eye, I Love Him, Sight

• There are all sorts of experiences we can't really put a name to...The birth of a child, for one. Or the death of a parent. Falling in love. Words are like nets--we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, grief, or wonder. Finding God is like that, too. If it's happened to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else--and language only takes you so far.

  Jodi Picoult

  Falling In Love, Children, Grief

• No," he said calmly, filled with purpose. he took her arms lightly in his hands and shook her. "I am not giving you up." Emily looked at him, and for just a moment he could read her thoughts. Melanie use to say they were like twins, with their own secret, silent language. in that instant, Chris felt her fear and her resignation, and the knotty pain of coming up against a brick wall again and again. She glanced away, and he could breathe again. "The thing is, Chris" Emily said, "it's not your choice.

  Jodi Picoult

  Pain, Wall, Hands

• I don't understand why people never say what they mean. It's like the immigrants who come to a country and learn the language but are completely baffled by idioms. (Seriously, how could anyone who isn't a native English speaker 'get the picture,' so to speak, and not assume it has something to do with a photo or a painting?)

  Jodi Picoult

  Country, Mean, People

  Jodi Picoult (2012). “The Jodi Picoult Collection #4: Change of Heart, Handle with Care, and House Rules”, p.941, Simon and Schuster

• When you are a kid you have your own language, and unlike French or Spanish or whatever you start learning in fourth grade, this one you are born with, and eventually lose...Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult...is only a slow sewing it shut.

  Jodi Picoult

  Kids, Thinking, Brain

• We sit for a few more moments, although there's really nothing left to say. This is new to me, too, an entire conversation that takes place in silence, because the heart has its own language. I will remember what Eric says even though he doesn't say a word. I will tell it to her.

  Jodi Picoult

  Heart, Silence, Eric

  Jodi Picoult (2012). “The Jodi Picoult Collection #3: Vanishing Acts, The Tenth Circle, and Nineteen Minutes”, p.425, Simon and Schuster

• She suddenly remembered studying the brain in science class- how a steel rod pierced a man's skull, and he opened his mouth to speak Portuguese, a language he'd never studied. Maybe it would be like this, now, for Josie. Maybe her native tongue, from here on in, would be a string of lies.

  Jodi Picoult

  Lying, Men, Class

  Jodi Picoult (2013). “Nineteen Minutes: A Novel”, p.147, Simon and Schuster

• facebook
• twitter
• googleplus
• email
• linkedin

• facebook
• twitter
• googleplus
• email
• linkedin