Mary E. Pearson

Words have longer lives than people.

— Mary E. Pearson

“A perfect night... a perfect forever”

— Mary E. Pearson

I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.

— Mary E. Pearson

...and time becomes a forgotten detail.

— Mary E. Pearson

I used to be someone.

— Mary E. Pearson

“...like it better, nothing like sunshine dried right into your clothes. ”

— Mary E. Pearson

When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

— Mary E. Pearson

“Eyes don't breath. I know that much. But her eyes look breathless”

— Mary E. Pearson

We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.

— Mary E. Pearson

“Who was this girl who thumbed her nose at two kingdoms and did as she pleased?”

— Mary E. Pearson

“I know you have the patience of a rapidly decomposing turd.”

— Mary E. Pearson

Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away.

— Mary E. Pearson

When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?

— Mary E. Pearson

“I realized there were assumptions we made about people, and once we did, that was all we could see”

— Mary E. Pearson

“They looked shallow, self-absorbed. And a small, strangled part of me envied them.”

— Mary E. Pearson

Maybe staying on the surface keeps her from returning to a place where she can't breathe.

— Mary E. Pearson

The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped…

— Mary E. Pearson

“I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.”

— Mary E. Pearson

“This life was a dream of my own making, one where my imagination was my only boundary. It was a life that…

— Mary E. Pearson

Which weakness shall I tell her? “I walk funny,” I say, and she’s satisfied with that. (inside joke)

— Mary E. Pearson

“I know what it feels like to have my choices taken away. I pray no daughter of your kingdom will ever have…

— Mary E. Pearson

“The angels threw glitter up there, just for you, Zoe, Daddy had told her. They celebrated almost as much as I did…

— Mary E. Pearson

Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because…

— Mary E. Pearson

“Rahtan, Ten, Shadowmaker, no title you hold is going to make me change my mind on this one,' he had growled to…

— Mary E. Pearson

“You do not have to be the one to do this." "It has to be someone, Rafe! Why not me? Yes, I…

— Mary E. Pearson

He believes me. But that is nothing new. He always did because I was a rule follower. I played by the rules…

— Mary E. Pearson

“Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away. When nothings left, maybe you can reach for something that no…

— Mary E. Pearson

Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough…

— Mary E. Pearson

One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes…

— Mary E. Pearson

“There aren't many berry bushes where I'm from." "And just where would that be?" His hand paused on a berry like it…

— Mary E. Pearson

“White There was a moment in the darkness when the fear lifted. A moment where white surrounded me. Hope. Lily, and someone…

— Mary E. Pearson

“These memories descend out of nowhere, giving me pieces of who I was, but their significance is lost. I sigh and resume…

— Mary E. Pearson

“I looked at her, unsure how to answer. Even after everything Mikael had done, every day I had to let go again.…

— Mary E. Pearson

There are a lot of memories we imagine. We play them over and over in our minds, trying to orchestrate our movements…

— Mary E. Pearson

“I was afraid of the unknown. I was afraid of the sham and the gift I thought I lacked. I was afraid…

— Mary E. Pearson

“Pieces" Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the…

— Mary E. Pearson

“ How does it feel? The rope dug into my wrist . Numbed my ankles. Familiar , I had wanted to answer.…

— Mary E. Pearson

“I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.”

— Mary E. Pearson

“Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?”

— Mary E. Pearson

“ I will find you. In the farthest corner, I will find you. ”

— Mary E. Pearson