Top 350 Mary E. Pearson Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “The prince has grand dreams.” “Is it worth it to have any other kind?”

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

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203. “Taking another life, she had whispered, even a guilty one, should never be easy. If it were, we’d be little more than animals.”

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204. “The truth circled and gathered her into its arms.”

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205. “I wondered if she was truly Rahtan. Yes, she was skilled, but she didn’t exactly possess brawn – even if she had managed to overtake me and slam me up against the wall. But juggling? Riddles? Her age. Her poise and demeanor was that of a cynical tested soldier, but her appearance – she was young, younger than me, I was certain. Her black hair fell in thick, long waves, and her hands were delicate, her fingers more suited for a piano than a sword.”

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

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207. “This world, it breathes you in, sniffs, it knows you, and then it breathes you out again, shares you. You’re not contained here in this single place alone. The wind, time, it circles, repeats, teaches, reveals, some swaths cutting deeper than others. The universe knows. The universe has a long memory.”

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

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209. “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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210. “I was becoming stronger in some ways but weaker in others.”

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211. “I looked at her face, gently illuminated by the distant light of the tavern. Even with her brows pulled low and an anguished crease between them, she was beautiful. It was a strange thing to think at the moment. I had deliberately avoided the thought each time I had looked at her before. I couldn’t afford such thoughts, but now the word came, unbidden, unrelenting. I.”

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212. “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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213. “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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214. “May the good grant you a still heart, heavy eyes, and angels guarding at your door.”

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

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216. “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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217. “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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218. “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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219. “Possibility became a winged creature that could take me anywhere I asked.”

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

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221. “Killing is different from thinking about killing.”

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

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

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225. “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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226. “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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227. “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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228. “Some truths refused to be hidden.”

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229. “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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230. “My strengths are not your strengths.”

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

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232. “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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233. “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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234. “I wondered at the way we all change, all the outside forces that press and mold and push us into people and things we hadn’t planned to be. Maybe it happened so gradually that by the time we noticed, it was too late to be anything else.”

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235. “As we got older, their mischiefs continued to be shrugged off, but mine were not, and I knew from that point that I was measured from a different stick than my brothers.”

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

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237. “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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238. “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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239. “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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240. “It was as if no one noticed my strengths or interests. I was a piece of cheese being shoved into a mold... The last few years, I hadn’t measured up in any way, and the more they pushed, molded, and silenced me, the more I wanted to be heard.”

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241. “Deceit knew no boundaries.”

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

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244. “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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245. “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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246. “Now is not the time for my attitude to come out of hiding.”

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

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248. “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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249. “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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250. “It is hard to find reason when you’re being torn in two.”

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