Top 350 Mary E. Pearson Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “A prince, in the turn of a moment and a few words, was now a king.”

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152. “Was it possible to ever really know anyone, or was I simply the worst judge of character in all of history?”

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153. “I was a piece of cheese being shoved into a mold.”

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154. “My body molded to his, and the seconds ticked by. All I wanted was more time with him. His lips traveled to my neck. “It was worth it, Lia,” he said. “Every mile, every day. I’d do it all again. I’d chase you across three continents if that’s what it took to be with you.”

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155. “I suppose if we’re going to fall in love all over again, kissing will be part of it.”

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156. “If I’d feel like a cloud before, now in was like a planet winking from the heavens. A burden shared wasn’t so heavy to bear anymore.”

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157. “It was worth it, Lia,” He said. “Every mile, every day. I’d do it all again. I’d chase you across three continents if that’s what it took to be with you.”

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158. “Because too little talk frightens people and prompts questions. They’re afraid of what goes on in a silent mind. As maybe they should be.”

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159. “It doesn’t always take an army to save the world. Sometimes it takes just one person who won’t let evil win.”

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160. “There were two ways to approach the inevitable – being dragged to meet your fate or taking the offensive.”

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161. “Were any losses worth the gains?”

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162. “So you approve of what I did?” I asked hesitantly. “Let’s just say I wasn’t overly surprised.” “And Bryn and Regan?” He sat beside me and looped his arm over my shoulder, pulling me close. “My dear sweet sister, your brothers all love you as much as we ever did, and none of us blame you for wanting more from a marriage, though we’ve all been worried for your well-being. It’s only a matter of time before someone discovers you.” I.”

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163. “The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That we’ve never accomplished before. What we’ve done with you is groundbreaking. We cracked the code. The mind is an energy that the brain produces. Think of a glass ball twirling on your fingertip. If it falls, it shatters into a million pieces. All the parts of a ball are still there, but it will never twirl with that force on your fingertip again. The brain is the same way.”

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164. “These were the places that Ama described in her stories, places where all the children of the tribe would be princes and princesses and their stomachs always full. It was a once-upon-a-time world that used to be. In.”

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165. “I jumped. Another shadow flitted across the.”

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166. “Yes, I thought, there are a hundred ways to fall in love.”

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167. “But now I knew finding love and holding on to it were not the same thing.”

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168. “It was a wild indulgent slope we had cascaded down, and I didn’t care. For once in my life, I didn’t care about tomorrow. I didn’t care if I starved or died. I feasted on the now, and I didn’t let myself think about who he was or who I was, only who we were right now in this moment and how he made me feel on this patch of earth, in this patch of shade. In this strange upside-down world, ignoring tomorrow seemed as natural and expected as breathing.”

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169. “Nights like this. They go on and on, outlasting the moon, because they’re made of something else, something as quiet as a heartbeat and as sweeping as the wind.”

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170. “Zsu viktara. Stand strong.”

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171. “Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can’t see the other. They don’t even know they’re connected. Father and Lily were two sides of the same coin, I’ve decided, and maybe I am the space in between.”

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172. “Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight. It had always been my refuge, my place of escape, whether I was sneaking onto a rooftop lit only by the stars or down a midnight alley to be with my brothers. Darkness was my ally. It made me forget the world I was in and invited me to dream of another.”

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173. “Sometimes we are pushed to do things we thought we could never do.”

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174. “It seemed there was no bottom to whatever abyss we bordered, and with each step, I vowed if I ever did meet the trail’s end and was unmasked and untied, I’d never waste a chance again – if I was going to die, it would be when I could plainly see Kaden as I thrust a knife between his deceitful Vendan ribs.”

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175. “Fear was the blood scent for wolves. The curious inched closer, peering at me with half-open mouths that revealed rotten teeth. Were they amused or sneering?”

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176. “For with but one generation, History and truth are lost forever.”

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177. “Did he even know what love was? For that matter, did I? Even my parents didn’t seem to know. I crossed my arms behind my head as a pillow. Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.”

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178. “Safe travels, my friend,” Rafe said, smiling as he gently nudged the boy’s shoulder. That was all it took. The boy lost his hold and fell like a rock into the mud. This time the spray flew higher, spattering Rafe’s chest. He rubbed the drops of mud in with his sweat and grinned. The crowd went wild, and a few girls standing near me whispered among themselves. I thought it was time for him to put his shirt back on.”

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179. “A choir of pink-cheeked boys lift their voices as a priest seems to pull the music from their throats with the urging of his hands.”

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180. “No one is too great to fall.”

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181. “Because I Stupidly Loved Her.”

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182. “I hated things being for the best. They never really were. It was a phrase that sugarcoated the leftover crumbs of our options.”

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183. “You have to make your peace with Kaden, and he with you. You are not on opposite sides anymore. Do you understand?”

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184. “I perfected my craft, playing the quarterlords and merchants against one another as if I was a musician and they were crude drums rumbling beneath my hands, making one boast to another that I had never pulled anything over on him, making them all feel so very smart, even as I relieved them of items I could put to better use elsewhere.”

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185. “Words, Kaden. Only lost unsaid words that added up to good-bye.”

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186. “I looked at her, unsure how to answer. Even after everything Mikael had done, every day I had to let go again. He was a habit in my thoughts, not any more welcome than a rash, but I’d find myself thinking of him before I even realized what I was doing. Banishing him from my thoughts was like learning to breathe in a new way. It was a conscious effort.”

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187. “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. Tomorrow will come, and tomorrow will matter, to your kingdom and to mine. So please, don’t ask me again if I wish for something, because I don’t want to be reminded that every day I wish for something I cannot have.”

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188. “I remembered my ride past the graveyard with Pauline this morning. I had known. Fear had seized me. Something was wrong. Something was hopelessly and irretrievably wrong. My flesh had crawled. Warning breezes. A candle. A prayer. A hope. An icy whisper. A cold clawed hand on my neck. I hadn’t understood what it had meant, but I had known.”

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189. “Truth was a harder skill to master than swinging a sword.”

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190. “Yes, royals know how to do things beyond counting our twelve toes.”

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191. “It was in the sorrows, in the fear, in the need, that the knowing gained flight, and I had much of all of these.”

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192. “Dreams and knowing are two different things.”

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193. “There was so much I didn’t know about the ways between a man and woman. But I knew I wanted him. And I knew he wanted me.”

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194. “I remember Mr. Bender’s comment about us only being here for two weeks, too. It’s true. How could Mother and Father have known? After I spent over a year in a coma, how could they have predicted exactly when I would wake up and then move to California precisely at that time? Was it only coincidence? Or did they decide when I would wake up? Why would they keep me in a coma for so long? Why would they steal a year and a half of my life? What kind of parents are they?”

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195. “Do not sacrifice one kind of strength for another.”

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196. “Doubt was a poison I couldn’t afford to sip.”

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197. “What good would one last good-bye do? Wouldn’t it just prolong the pain?”

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198. “We talked about it. Love. Was that what this was? I love you, Jafir, she would say at any moment of the day, just to hear it said aloud. She would laugh and then say it again, her eyes solemn, looking into mine. I love you, Jafir de Aldrid. And it didn’t matter how many times she said it, I waited for her to say it again.”

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199. “What is magic but what we don’t yet understand.”

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200. “He consumed me in a different way- the way his eyes made everything jump inside of me when I looked into them, his laughter, temper, the way he sometimes struggled for words, the way his jaw twitched when he was angry, the thoughtful way he listened to me, his incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When I looked at him, I saw the easygoing farmer he could have been, but I also saw the soldier and prince that he was.”

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