A Quote by Jodi Picoult

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey. — © Jodi Picoult
Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.
Most of life is grey, with a little tiny bit of black and white. We're always subject to what I call the compression industry, which is an attempt to compress a million shades of grey with a little bit of black and white to just a hundred, or to ten, or to one!
I think love keeps on changing every day. It’s not black and white and it’s definitely more than 50 shades of grey.
Life isn't black or white, it's all sorts of shades of grey.
The world isn't black and white, Annie, it's shades of grey.
Ned was clad in a white linen doublet with the direwolf of Stark on the breast; his black wool cloak was fastened at the collar by his silver hand of office. Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth.
Adulthood isn't black and white - it's a thousand shades of grey. Or taupe. It's not who you are, it's where you are.
Black and white is how it should be, but shades of grey are the colors I see.
There are infinite shades of grey. Writing often appears so black and white.
There's no black and no white, just shades of grey...But the small betrayals lead to bigger ones, morality is eroded.
People will always prefer black-and-white over shades of grey, and so there will always be the temptation to hold overly-simplified beliefs and to hold them with excessive confidence
I get the feeling that audiences have become mature and they understand that not every character is in black or white. There can be grey shades to it.
I do not look at the world in terms of black and white - and I find people who do rather scary. I think it's all shades of grey.
I have discovered with advancing years that few things are entirely black or white, but more often different shades of grey.
The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same.
The strange thing about my life is that I came to America at about the time when racial attitudes were changing. This was a big help to me. Also, the people who were most cruel to me when I first came to America were black Americans. They made absolute fun of the way I talked, the way I dressed. I couldn't dance. The people who were most kind and loving to me were white people. So what can one make of that? Perhaps it was a coincidence that all the people who found me strange were black and all the people who didn't were white.
I'm a multi-faceted woman and person, like all women are - there's no black and white. We have shades of grey in the middle. And even many more colours that other people don't see!
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