Mary E. Pearson

“A perfect night... a perfect forever”

— Mary E. Pearson

Words have longer lives than people.

— Mary E. Pearson

...and time becomes a forgotten detail.

— Mary E. Pearson

I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.

— Mary E. Pearson

I used to be someone.

— Mary E. Pearson

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

— Mary E. Pearson

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

— 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

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

— Mary E. Pearson

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

— Mary E. Pearson

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

— Mary E. Pearson

Escape is not about moving from one place to another. It's about becoming more.

— Mary E. Pearson

“Listen. Hear the language that isn't spoken, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that…

— Mary E. Pearson

Do certain events in our lives leave a permanent mark, freezing a piece of us in time, and that becomes a touchstone…

— Mary E. Pearson

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.

— Mary E. Pearson

“Or maybe I'm a masochist and I like girls who are as annoying as hell! Don't try to analyze me, Jenna. I…

— Mary E. Pearson

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

“Love … It’s a nice little trick if you can find it. We had found it. But now I knew finding love…

— Mary E. Pearson

“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

“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

“Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born. The wind knew. It was the…

— Mary E. Pearson

it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a…

— Mary E. Pearson

“I trust you all slept well,” I said, deliberately keeping my tone light. I returned Malich’s glare with a tight-lipped grin. “Yes,…

— Mary E. Pearson

“No matter how much they want it, or how much I want it, I can't make it happen. The feeling of failure…

— Mary E. Pearson

“what's fate to you, opal? she asks. opal leans back, too. oh, lots of things. lots and lots of things all pushed…

— Mary E. Pearson

“I used to be someone. Someone named Jenna Fox. That's what they tell me. But I am more than a name. More…

— Mary E. Pearson

“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

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

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 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 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

“Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bernette said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung…

— Mary E. Pearson

My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake…

— Mary E. Pearson

“Somewhere beyond all that, on an unseeable horizon, was Morrighan and all the people who lived there, going about their lives, unaware.…

— Mary E. Pearson

“And all I want is to hold her and make the rest of the world go away.”

— Mary E. Pearson

It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.

— Mary E. Pearson

... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up

— Mary E. Pearson