Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away. When nothings left, maybe you can reach for something that no one knew existed. Or maybe we became something new. Maybe we made it exist.” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods… But even the great can tremble with fear. Even the great… — Mary E. Pearson 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 words of… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up — 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
“It is good to have many strengths, Natiya...Do not sacrifice one kind of strength for another” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Somewhere beyond all that, on an unseeable horizon, was Morrighan and all the people who lived there, going about their lives, unaware. My brothers.… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“I play the if game too, Tavish. It´s practically a hobby of mine, but I´ve found it´s a game of endless possibilities with no… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“He leaned back, the misery in his eyes cutting through me. "But they're only wishes Lia, because you've made promises and so have I.… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is. — Mary E. Pearson 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
But remember, child, we may all have our own story and destiny, and sometimes our seemingly bad fortune, but we're all part of a… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“I looked at her, unsure how to answer. Even after everything Mikael had done, every day I had to let go again. He was… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
