Top 350 Mary E. Pearson Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “The rules of reason build towers that reach past the treetops. The rules of trust build towers that reach past the stars.”

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202. “I didn’t think about his world or mine or the future we couldn’t have. I only thought about the warm light behind my eyelids, his soft murmurs in my ear, and the fullness of what we had in that moment. And we touched in all the ways of yesterday and more.”

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203. “I know what it feels like to have my choices taken away. I pray no daughter of your kingdom will ever have to fight for her voice to be heard as I have had to do.”

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204. “Some truths refused to be hidden.”

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205. “But you’re everything I want. Remember that. I love you, Lia. Not a title. And not because a piece of paper says I should. Because I do.”

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206. “May the good grant you a still heart, heavy eyes, and angels guarding at your door.”

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207. “Their voices meld into a cloudy rumble of their own, and I ponder Mira’s and Aidan’s secrets and imagine the injustice that threads through other lives, injustice that has no face because it is hidden away in a dark, shameful place, hidden for years in hopes of making it untrue.”

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208. “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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209. “And I began walking. A thousand miles, or two, I would carry her all the way to Dalbreck if I had to. No one would pry her from my arms again.”

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210. “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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211. “My anger spiked. I should have stabbed the Komizar again. Carved him up like a holiday goose, then brought his head back skewered on a sword and showed it to the crowds as proof that I had no love for the tyrant.”

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212. “Desperation grew teeth. Claws. It became an animal inside me that knew no bounds, unspeakable, just as Jafir had tried to explain to me so long ago. It tore open my darkest thoughts, letting them unfurl like black wings.”

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

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214. “I knew why he chose the brown. It was the plainest of my dresses, certainly drab in his eyes, but all the better to contrast and showcase the red he’d have me wear tomorrow. I had no doubt he’d ordered the snow itself as the perfect backdrop, and surely he’d ordered the sun to shine in the morning so as not to deter the crowds.”

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215. “Of course you did.” I took a step closer. “You have strengths, Tavish, that I greatly admire. You’re skills helped saved Rafe’s and my lives, for which I’ll always be indebted to you. But there are other kinds of strength too. Quiet, gentle ones that are just as valuable, even if you don’t entirely understand them.”

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

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218. “No matter how great a gift or skill, it’s impossible to foresee every outcome.”

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219. “He was too young to begin losing himself.”

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220. “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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221. “The scrutiny was smothering. Right now it seemed that being Vendan within these outpost walls was preferable to being the impudent royal who had abandoned their precious prince at the altar.”

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222. “The room closed in, dark and black and far from everything I had ever known. I felt like a child again, wishing I could curl into my mother’s arms on a stormy night and she could whisper away my fears. The wind punched and thrashed against the shutters, unforgiving, and I felt something wet trickle down the side of my face. I reached up and swiped the salty wetness away. How quaint. How very quaint. Like believing some things last forever. A tear. As if that could make a difference.”

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223. “Deceit knew no boundaries.”

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224. “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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225. “If I had been shipped off to Dalbreck, there are valuable things I never would have learned.”

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226. “The angels threw glitter up there, just for you, Zoe, Daddy had told her. They celebrated almost as much as I did the day you were born. Every time you look up there you remember how special you are – so special the angels threw a big party.”

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227. “Pauline frowned. “But you’re not a soldier, Lia. You’re his daughter. You had no choice, and that meant I had no choice. No one should be forced to marry someone they don’t love.” She lay back, gazing up at the stars and wrinkling her nose. “Especially not some old stuffy, puffy prince.” We broke into giggles again, and more than the air I breathed, I was thankful for Pauline.”

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228. “He settled into his saddle, then reluctantly looked my way again. “Jafir de Aldrid,” he answered. “And I am – ” “I know who you are. You’re Morrighan.” He galloped off. It was another four years before I saw him again, and the whole of that time, I wondered how he knew my name.”

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229. “It is good to have many strengths, Natiya... Do not sacrifice one kind of strength for another.”

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230. “It had been a clever deception from the very beginning.”

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231. “It is hard to find reason when you’re being torn in two.”

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232. “Could anyone really travel so far that they might not find their way home again?”

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233. “His death only gave me an ending – it didn’t give back what had been taken.”

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

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235. “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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236. “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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237. “Eyes don’t breath. I know that much. But hers look breathless.”

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238. “Maybe now it was I who would become the assassin.”

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239. “Choice is powerful and can lead to great things if not held in the tight fists of a few.”

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240. “This was something I’d never been trained for. There were no military strategies or drills to prepare me for the daily torment of not killing someone.”

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241. “What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it’s all we truly have.”

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242. “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.”

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243. “I watched her saunter over. It was something about her steps. Her arms crossed in front of her. Her timing. The deliberate casualness of it all. The muscles in my neck tightened. I didn’t have a good feeling about it. Then she smiled, and I knew. Don’t do this, Lia. But I really wasn’t sure just what she was doing. I only knew no good would come of it. I knew the language of Lia. I.”

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244. “The thought weaves into her unexpectedly, as so many thoughts do, time again. How do you make the remembering stop?”

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245. “It was our story. It didn’t have to have a happy beginning or a happy ending, but the middle was a feast at a banquet, a rich soapy bath, a night’s rest at an inn and full stomach, a warm chest nestled up against my back, the soft heat of lips at my nape, stories whispered in my ear.”

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246. “Was this what families did? Bared their souls in front of an entire room of people? Their confessions left me raw. These were the kinds of conversations I didn’t know how to have.”

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247. “Some betrayals ran too deep to ever forgive.”

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248. “You are not letting me go anywhere. Where I go and what I do is still my choice to make.”

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249. “Our stories must be passed to our sons and daughters, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever.”

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250. “Sometimes it’s the smallest and most innocent things you have to watch out for.”

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