“The thought weaves into her unexpectedly, as so many thoughts do, time again. How do you make the remembering stop?” — Mary E. Pearson Memory 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
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 Encounters 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 Add Copy Share Image
“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 Changing your mind Copy Share Image
People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~ — Mary E. Pearson Beauty 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
“I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?” — Mary E. Pearson Failure 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
“Sometimes it's the smallest and most innocent things you have to watch out for” — Mary E. Pearson 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 Day You Were Born Copy Share Image
“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 Fantasy Copy Share Image
“She shrugged. “I was going to leave anyway. I told you.” “But not like this. You could have left under far more… — Mary E. Pearson Perfect timing Copy Share Image
“Our fingers unlace so slowly that I am certain some part of me has been left behind on her fingertips.” — Mary E. Pearson Left behind Copy Share Image
“It wears on a person, you know, always having to be perfect. You know that one day something will happen,some problem that… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough. — Mary E. Pearson Enough Copy Share Image
“but she still burns. she is on fire with need. burning that goes deeper than her skin, etched deeply, maybe in her… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“...like it better, nothing like sunshine dried right into your clothes. ” — Mary E. Pearson Sunshine Copy Share Image
“I saw sadness when I looked at what was left of them. The demigods who had once controlled the heavens had been… — Mary E. Pearson Death 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
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
“If I had been shipped off to Dalbreck, there are valuable things I never would have learned.” — Mary E. Pearson Fantasy 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
