Top 350 Mary E. Pearson Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “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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152. “We’ve had a terrible start – it doesn’t mean we can’t have a better ending.”

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153. “Lay down your arms, and we will create a hope that lasts.”

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154. “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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155. “It doesn’t matter how many universes come and go, I will always remember who we were together.”

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

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157. “Some last words should never be said.”

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158. “The immensity of the death was numbing. But I knew at some point tears would come again. The pain would take hold of me unexpectedly and throw me to my knees. There were no rules to grief, but there were rules to life, and in those first few days, the requirements of the living demanded I keep going. – The Beauty of Darkness.”

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159. “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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160. “No one is too great to fall.”

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161. “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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162. “I jumped. Another shadow flitted across the.”

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

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165. “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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166. “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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167. “Because I Stupidly Loved Her.”

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168. “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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169. “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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170. “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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171. “Zsu viktara. Stand strong.”

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172. “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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173. “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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174. “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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175. “Dreams and knowing are two different things.”

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

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

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

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179. “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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180. “If ever there were three mismatched riders, it was us- the crown prince of Dalbreck, the Assassin of Venda, and the fugitive princess of Morrighan. Sons and daughter of three kingdoms, each bent on domination of the other two.”

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

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182. “I understood monuments now. Some were built of stone and sweat, and others were built of dreams, but they were all made of the things we didn’t want to forget.”

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183. “For Walther. For Greta. For all the dreams that were gone. The stealer of dreams would steal no more, even if it meant killing the Komizar myself. My own mother may have betrayed me by suppressing my gift, but she was right about one thing. I am a soldier in my father’s army. I glanced up at Kaden riding beside me. Maybe now it was I who would become the assassin.”

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184. “I’ll take a game of cards to stitchery any day. My brothers are shrewd, bordering on thieves when it comes to their cards – the best kind of teachers to have. Last.”

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185. “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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186. “I was becoming stronger in some ways but weaker in others.”

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187. “I could only hope he’d be called up soon to return to his regiment, and if the gods be just, kicked in the head by a horse.”

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188. “They looked shallow, self-absorbed. And a small, strangled part of me envied them.”

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189. “A prince, in the turn of a moment and a few words, was now a king.”

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190. “The seed of the gift may come, but a seedling that isn’t nourished dies quickly.”

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191. “Were any losses worth the gains?”

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

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193. “But then why take her all the way to Venda? Ransom?” Tavish interjected. “What was his purpose in taking her?” I remembered how Kaden had looked at her that very first night, a panther on a doe, and how he had looked at her every day after that. I didn’t answer Tavish, and maybe my silence was answer enough. There was a long pause and then Orrin belched. “We’ll get my future queen back,” he said, “then we’ll skewer all their bloody jewels on a stick.” And.”

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194. “It was a once upon a time world that used to be.”

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

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196. “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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197. “The prince has grand dreams.” “Is it worth it to have any other kind?”

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198. “I was afraid of all the lost choices I would never be able to make, and that for the rest of my life someone would always be telling me what to do or say or think, even when I had better ideas of my own. I was afraid of never being anything but what suited others and being pushed and prodded until I fit the mold they shoved me into and I forgot who I was and what I wanted.”

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199. “My back is dirtier than a potato?”

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200. “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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