Thoughts

I'm reading Vanishing Acts by Jodi Picoult, found a few things in this book that I think are worth sharing and pondering for all of us!

There are some dreams that get stuck between your teeth when you sleep, so that when you open your mouth to yawn awake they fly right out of you.

Which came first: the addict or the drug? You can't have an addiction unless there's something to crave; by the same token, a drug is nothing but a plant or a drunk or a powder until someone wants it badly. The truth is, the addict and the drug came together. And therein lies the problem.

Memory isn’t something that stays with you at all times. It's a quantity that gets summoned or evoked or brought to mind. It gets carried to an arena for our viewing pleasure. By definition, then, there are times it must go missing.

Marry a man who loves you more than you love him. When it’s the other way around, there isn’t a spell in the world that can even out the balance.

Love is not an equation. It's not a contract, and it's not a happy ending. It is the slate under the chalk and the ground buildings rise from and the oxygen in the air. It is the place I come back to, no matter where I've been headed.

Maybe fate isn't the pond you swim in but the fisherman floating on top of it, letting you run the line wild until you are weary enough to be reeled back in.