“If we spend too much time reliving the past, it gets us nowhere,” — Mary E. Pearson Past Copy Share Image
It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections. — Mary E. Pearson Connections Copy Share Image
“They placed me on a pedestal from the day I was born! What choice did I have but to be perfect!” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“How many hours can one person spend locked in a bathroom, looking at skin, hair, eyes. Feeling fingers, toes. And the absurdity… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“The problem is, some people think they're above the law. There are plenty of good reasons why we have so much regulation.” — Mary E. Pearson Law Copy Share Image
There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
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 Life Copy Share Image
Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't… — Mary E. Pearson Dark Copy Share Image
Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the… — Mary E. Pearson Love Copy Share Image
it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“as a child she thought if she could just pull away the fence they would turn back into the beautiful horses they… — Mary E. Pearson Children Copy Share Image
On a small planet, where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening, orderly… — Mary E. Pearson Artist Copy Share Image
“We all have our different skills. You’re patient to a fault, which sometimes doesn’t work to your advantage. I, on the other… — Mary E. Pearson Patience Copy Share Image
Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“If ever there were three mismatched riders, it was us- the crown prince of Dalbreck, the Assassin of Venda, and the fugitive… — Mary E. Pearson Children Copy Share Image
“Seeing Malich dead was suddenly a very small victory. The satisfaction trickled away, like his blood across the floor. His death only… — Mary E. Pearson Death Copy Share Image
“except for the muffled strum of her fingers against metal, the house is still, quiet, but then she hears another sound, this… — Mary E. Pearson Psychology Copy Share Image
“The world has changed. It’s gotten better. It’s gotten worse. After all these years, Jenna’s words still echo is my head, 'just… — Mary E. Pearson Change Copy Share Image
“Jenna reached over and held one of my hands, Kara held the other, and I felt like the universe was holding us… — Mary E. Pearson Astronomy Copy Share Image
I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they… — Mary E. Pearson Bird Copy Share Image
Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference? — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“...'cause only the Lord knows the heart of a man. ain't our job to be second-guessing. ” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Ethan knows more about himself than he ever wanted to know, and I know less than I should.” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out. — Mary E. Pearson Color Copy Share Image
When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act… — Mary E. Pearson Encounter Copy Share Image
“I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . . — Mary E. Pearson Gentle Copy Share Image
“Ascente cha ores ri ve breazza." "Turn your ear to the wind," she interpreted. "Stand strong.” — Mary E. Pearson Fantasy Copy Share Image
I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead. — Mary E. Pearson Perspective Copy Share Image
“abuelita speaks no english. she doesn't need to, zoe thinks. her smile fills and communicates so much more than the empty, half-said… — Mary E. Pearson Life Copy Share Image
“I didn't have the luxury of living only in a single moment. I had to live in a hundred fractured moments that… — Mary E. Pearson Life Copy Share Image
“I understood monuments now. Some were built of stone and sweat, and others were built of dreams, but they were all made… — Mary E. Pearson Dreams Copy Share Image
