Top 100 Mary E. Pearson Quotes
#1. Darkness was my ally. It made me forget the world I was in and invited me to dream of another.
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#2. But you're everything I want. Remember that. I love you, Lia. Not a title. And not because a piece of paper says I should. Because I do.
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#3. Yes, royals know how to do things beyond counting our twelve toes.
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#4. It's not an easy thing to tell the girl that you love more than life itself that you're going to marry someone else.
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#5. The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.
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#8. The house is still, like the breath has been punched out of it.
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#9. Things I can feel. Hard. Soft. Rough. Smooth. But the inside kind of feel, it is all the same, like foggy mush. Is that the part of me that is still asleep? (9)
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#10. There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.
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#11. Three more days. That's what Sven always told me. When you think you're at the end of your rope, give it three more days. And then another three. Sometimes you'll find the rope is longer than you thought.
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#12. They'll pay for this. All of it. I promise. One day they'll pay.
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#13. There are all kinds of friends you make in life ... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.
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#15. Yes, I could turn away and ignore everything in my heart. Leave it to someone else! Maybe hundreds have! But maybe I choose to step forward, instead of stepping back.
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#16. Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.
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#17. Who was this girl who thumbed her nose at two kingdoms and did as she pleased?
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#18. When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.
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#19. The seed of the gift may come, but a seedling that isn't nourished dies quickly.
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#20. What we think is ethical today, we may not have thought ethical five or 10 years ago. Cloning, stem cell research? However we feel about those things today, we may feel differently 10 years from now.
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#21. My anger spiked. I should have stabbed the Komizar again. Carved him up like a holiday goose, then brought his head back skewered on a sword and showed it to the crowds as proof that I had no love for the tyrant.
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#22. Sometimes it's the smallest and most innocent things you have to watch out for
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#23. And yet, when we stopped at the last hamlet and I saw him embrace the elders and leave gifts, saw the hope that he left behind, and remembered it was he who had saved Kaden from the savagery of his own kind, I wondered if anything I felt in my gut really mattered.
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#24. He believes me. But that is nothing new. He always did because I was a rule follower. I played by the rules he understood. But there are new rules now, ones he doesn't know yet. He'll learn. Just as I'm learning.
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#25. One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.
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#26. Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born.
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#27. Maybe there were a hundred different ways to fall in love.
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#28. Lay down your arms, and we will create a hope that lasts
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#29. The Komizar rages with enough venom to make your general look like a whimpering kitten.
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#30. Every kiss, every touch, was a promise that we both knew, I was his and he was mine, and no conspiracy or scheme of kingdoms had a fraction of the power that surged between us.
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#31. There is one true history And one true future. Listen well, For the child sprung from misery Will be the one to bring hope. From the weakest will come strength. From the hunted will come freedom. - Song of Venda
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#32. It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.
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#33. No matter how much they want it, or how much I want it, I can't make it happen. The feeling of failure is familiar. I always tried so hard to be everything they wanted
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#34. I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)
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#35. I'll take a game of cards to stitchery any day. My brothers are shrewd, bordering on thieves when it comes to their cards - the best kind of teachers to have. Last
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#36. Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight.
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#37. Another step, my sisters,
My brothers,
My love.
The way is long, but we have each other.
Another mile,
Another tomorrow,
The path is cruel, but we are strong.
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#38. I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.
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#39. Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.
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#41. Choice
I needed it like I needed air.
Bit no one could hear me.
No one could listen.
No words. No sound.
No voice.
I couldn't even dream myself away.
Choices were made.
None of them mine.
At first I wondered if it was hell.
And then I knew it was.
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#42. Lia," he whispered. "Lia." And I heard the words I love you, even if he didn't say them.
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#43. and when the last star of the universe blinks silent, I will still be yours.
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#44. It doesn't matter how rich or important you are. Everyone's in the same boat. And medical resources and costs are kept under control."
"What about brains?" Ethan asks. "What are they worth?"
"Brains are pretty much illegal.
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#45. He nodded. "You're right. It's probably for the best."
Bitterness rose in my throat. I hated things being for the best. They never really were. It was a phrase that sugarcoated the leftover crumbs of our options.
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#47. There was only one thing that someone with great power wanted. More of it
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#48. The scrutiny was smothering. Right now it seemed that being Vendan within these outpost walls was preferable to being the impudent royal who had abandoned their precious prince at the altar.
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#49. It made me think how different everything might have been if we had both been born in Terravin.
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#50. I picked the Scholar's or the Chancellor's doors or - especially fun for me - the Timekeeper's, resetting his clock and timepieces? That had especially angered my father, but I'd only done it hoping it would create an extra hour in his day for me.
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#52. Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.
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#53. How many hours can one person spend locked in a bathroom, looking at skin, hair, eyes. Feeling fingers, toes. And the absurdity of a belly button?
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#54. Teens are passionate, questioning, curious, have a bit of the idealism I still cling to, and they're making decisions for the first time that can alter the course of their lives - and sometimes, the course of the world.
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#55. It was as if no one noticed my strengths or interests. I was a piece of cheese being shoved into a mold ... The last few years, I hadn't measured up in any way, and the more they pushed, molded, and silenced me, the more I wanted to be heard.
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#56. Airports and 'leg room' on planes are a form of medieval torture.
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#57. It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.
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#58. What good would one last good-bye do? Wouldn't it just prolong the pain?
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#59. Maybe when you're about to die, secrets don't seem so important to keep.
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#60. And today, like each time they have landed on my hand for the past two hundred years, I wonder at the weight of a sparrow.
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#62. I will find you.
In the farthest corner, I will find you.
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#63. From the seed of the thief
The Dragon will rise,
the gluttonous one,
feeding on the blood of babes,
Drinking the tears of mothers.
- Song of Venda
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#64. Eyes don't breath. I know that much. But her eyes look breathless
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#65. If we spend too much time reliving the past, it gets us nowhere."
"That's where I am, Rafe. Nowhere.
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#67. Crown Prince Walther of Morrighan was dead ... Silence choked the crowd for a moment and then mother after mother, sister, father, wife, brother, fell to their knees.
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#69. I wished that love could be simple, that it was always given and returned in the same measure, equally and at the same time, that all the planets aligned in a perfect way to dispel all doubts, that it was easy to understand and never painful.
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#70. I went back to my thoughts of Lia. How could I tell her that I knew in my gut from almost the beginning that we were meant to be together? That I had seen myself growing old with her. That a gift I wasn't even sure she really possessed had told me her name long before I ever laid eyes on her.
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#71. Convince him. I relaxed against his touch and didn't turn away when his mouth met mine.
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#72. Was it possible to ever really know anyone, or was I simply the worst judge of character in all of history?
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#73. I know what it feels like to have my choices taken away. I pray no daughter of your kingdom will ever have to fight for her voice to be heard as I have had to do
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#75. They looked shallow, self-absorbed. And a small, strangled part of me envied them.
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#77. She whispers it aloud, 'lorelei.' the sound makes her ache, makes the word even more beautiful, even more real.
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#79. No matter how great a gift or skill, it's impossible to foresee every outcome.
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#80. The angels threw glitter up there, just for you, Zoe, Daddy had told her. They celebrated almost as much as I did the day you were born. Every time you look up there you remember how special you are - so special the angels threw a big party.
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#81. It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
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#82. I am undependable. You might get gritty contemporary with one book, science fiction, magical realism, or high fantasy with another.
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#83. The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.
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#84. I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
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#85. Awareness
There is a dark place.
A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words.
I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die.
But I can't.
The darkness and silence go on forever.
It is not a dream.
I don't dream.
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#86. Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.
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#87. Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.
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#89. I woke up on the floor of Lia's wagon and thought she had finally planted an ax in my skull.
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#90. Love's always a messy affair better left to young hearts
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#91. Soon the day would cleave in two, forever creating the before and after of my life, and it would happen in one swift act that I could no more alter than the color of my eyes.
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#92. Taking another life, she had whispered, even a guilty one, should never be easy. If it were, we'd be little more than animals.
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#93. Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky,
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#94. If I could only reach out and touch the stars, I would know everything. I would understand.
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#95. A prince, in the turn of a moment and a few words, was now a king.
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#96. Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods ...
But even the great can tremble with fear.
Even the great can fall
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#97. Well! I'm glad you didn't call him a buffoon." "Or pompous," Pauline added. "Or ignorant," Jeb chimed in. "Or an ass," Kaden said. "I didn't call him an ass." Rafe grunted. "You may as well have." Now
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#98. I didn't think about his world or mine or the future we couldn't have. I only thought about the warm light behind my eyelids, his soft murmurs in my ear, and the fullness of what we had in that moment. And we touched in all the ways of yesterday and more.
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#99. When I was halfway between one world and another, a moment of clarity broke through. This is what it was to die. *
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#100. Even we are guilty of not nurturing gifts, and the gifts that aren't fed shrivel and die.
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