Jodi Picoult’s “The Pact” Quotes (13 Quotes)

There is no one truth. ThereÆs only what happened, based on how you perceive it.

You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.

Accidents did not just happen. From time to time they were carefully plotted, calculated, and arranged to oneÆs advantage-all, of course, under the cloak of happenstance.

And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it

Any highway . . . they all take you to the same place, don't they?

Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home? What we had wasn't about sex, or about being with someone just to show off what you've got, the way it was for other kids our age. We were, well, meant to be together. Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person. I was lucky enough to have her all along.

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?

If you live in each other's pockets long enough, you're related.

My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasnÆt all about me?

No matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it's a miracle.

She had never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess.

She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.

The mind is a remarcable thing. Just because you canÆt see the wound doesnÆt mean it isnÆt hurting