I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something. — Mary E. Pearson Grandma Copy Share Image
“ I will find you. In the farthest corner, I will find you. ” — Mary E. Pearson Find Copy Share Image
Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away. — Mary E. Pearson Impossible Copy Share Image
“If we spend too much time reliving the past, it gets us nowhere,” — Mary E. Pearson Past Copy Share Image
The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it. — Mary E. Pearson Imagine Copy Share Image
People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~ — Mary E. Pearson Beauty Copy Share Image
“The prince has grand dreams." "Is it worth it to have any other kind?” — Mary E. Pearson Dream 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
“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 Belly button Copy Share Image
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 Certain Copy Share Image
“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 Communication 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 Father Copy Share Image
“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 Masochist Copy Share Image
“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 Finding Copy Share Image
“I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?” — Mary E. Pearson Failing Copy Share Image
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 Awareness Copy Share Image
“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 Glitter 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
“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
“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 Fearless 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 Appearance Copy Share Image
“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 Dreams 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 Broken Copy Share Image
“ How does it feel? The rope dug into my wrist . Numbed my ankles. Familiar , I had wanted to answer.… — Mary E. Pearson Feel Copy Share Image
“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 Fear 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
“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 Dare to dream Copy Share Image
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 Brain Copy Share Image
“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 Fantasy 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.… — Mary E. Pearson Fantasy Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it's the smallest and most innocent things you have to watch out for” — Mary E. Pearson Innocent Copy Share Image
“We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choices we make.” — Mary E. Pearson Choice Copy Share Image
I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256) — Mary E. Pearson Change Copy Share Image
I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts. — Mary E. Pearson Billions Copy Share Image
