Background Image

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions, inside the walls of a hospital... doubt is like dye. once is spreads into the fabric of excuses you've woven, you'll never get rid of the stain.

-Jodi Picoult

Please Wait....
Translating....

Hope And Reality Lie In Inverse Proportions,

Jodi Picoult

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions, inside the walls of a hospital... doubt is like dye. once is spreads into the fabric of excuses you've woven, you'll never get rid of the stain.

Views: 2

Cite this Page

Prevent plagiarism by providing proper attribution.

APA FORMAT

Embed this Quote

Copy this HTML code to embed the quote on your website or blog.

HTML CODE

<blockquote style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; border-left: 4px solid #8b5cf6; padding-left: 15px; margin: 20px 0; background: #f9f9f9; padding: 15px; border-radius: 4px; color: #333;">
    <p style="font-size: 1.2rem; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 10px;">"hope and reality lie in inverse proportions, inside the walls of a hospital... doubt is like dye. once is spreads into the fabric of excuses you&#039;ve woven, you&#039;ll never get rid of the stain."</p>
    <footer style="font-size: 1rem; font-weight: bold;">— Jodi Picoult</footer>
    <p style="margin-top: 15px; font-size: 0.85rem;"><a href="https://www.pjdigitalmarketing.com/quote/hope-and-reality-lie-in-inverse-proportions-inside-the-walls-of-a-lfhts" style="color: #8b5cf6; text-decoration: none;">View this quote on Www.pjdigitalmarketing.com</a></p>
</blockquote>

Topic

Wall Lying Reality

More From Jodi Picoult

And then the spirit brings hope, hope in the strictest christian sense, hope which is hoping against hope. for an immediate hope exists in every person; it may be more powerfully alive in one person than in another; but in death every hope of this kind dies and turns into hopelessness. into this night of hopelessness (it is death that we are describing) comes the life-giving spirit and brings hope, the hope of eternity. it is against hope, for there was no longer any hope for that merely natural hope; this hope is therefore a hope contrary to hope.

The trick is not how much pain you feel--but how much joy you feel. any idiot can feel pain. life is full of excuses to feel pain, excuses not to live, excuses, excuses, excuses.

We all grasp on to a single idea of ourselves, the way aging people dye their hair. it’s no matter that this dye doesn’t fool you. my lady, you don’t dye your hair to decieve other people, or to fool yourself, but rather to cheat your image in your mirror a little.

Would a minute have mattered? no, probably not, although his young son appeared to have a very accurate internal clock. possibly even 2 minutes would be okay. three minutes, even. you could go to five minutes, perhaps. but that was just it. if you could go for five minutes, then you'd go to ten, then half an hour, a couple of hours...and not see your son all evening. so that was that. six o'clock, prompt. every day. read to young sam. no excuses. he'd promised himself that. no excuses. no excuses at all. once you had a good excuse, you opened the door to bad excuses.

Love is like grass. if you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain. but you'll get over the pain, it will eventually stop hurting. now maybe the stain ruined your favourite pair of jeans, or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined, but either way the stain remains there. and with time, it will begin to fade, but it will always be there, a permanent reminder that you, too, once fell.

The decisions we make, individually and personally, become the fabric of our lives. that fabric will be beautiful or ugly according to the threads of which it is woven. i wish to say particularly to the young men who are here that you cannot indulge in any unbecoming behavior without injury to the beauty of the fabric of your lives. immoral acts of any kind will introduce an ugly thread. dishonesty of any kind will create a blemish. foul and profane language will rob the pattern of its beauty.

Similar Quotes

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful annabel lee; and the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes of the beautiful annabel lee; and so, all the night-tide, i lie down by the side of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, in the sepulchre there by the sea, in her tomb by the sounding sea.

The truth is a young maiden as modest as she is beautiful, and therefore she is always seen cloaked.

I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.

Even if your skin is perfect, even if it's glowing and beautiful, electric lights defeat you. they deaden the complexion, make it look drab. they rob you of color...in the evening, you just can't play the natural kid bit, that fresh-scrubbed look.

Trending Author

Jeremy Irons

Jeremy Irons

Diane Sawyer

Diane Sawyer

Patrick Leahy

Patrick Leahy

Gypsy Rose Lee

Gypsy Rose Lee

Logan Lerman

Logan Lerman

Wayne Brady

Wayne Brady

Category

Personal Growth

Happiness & Joy

Success & Business