Top 350 Mary E. Pearson Quotes (2025 Update)
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201. “The seed of the gift may come, but a seedling that isn’t nourished dies quickly.”

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

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203. “Were any losses worth the gains?”

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204. “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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205. “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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206. “Killing is different from thinking about killing.”

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207. “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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208. “My strengths are not your strengths.”

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209. “Possibility became a winged creature that could take me anywhere I asked.”

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210. “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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211. “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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212. “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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213. “Some truths refused to be hidden.”

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214. “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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215. “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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216. “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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217. “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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218. “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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219. “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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220. “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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221. “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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222. “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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223. “What is magic but what we don’t yet understand.”

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

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225. “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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226. “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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227. “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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228. “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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229. “Eyes don’t breath. I know that much. But hers look breathless.”

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230. “Write it down, he had told me. Write down every word once you get there, Before the truth is forgotten. And now we do, at least the parts we remember. – Greyson Ballenger, 14.”

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

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

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

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234. “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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235. “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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236. “Deceit knew no boundaries.”

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

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238. “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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239. “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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240. “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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241. “Even we are guilty of not nurturing gifts, and the gifts that aren’t fed shrivel and die.”

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

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

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244. “The magic of the wishes, of course, was simply in making them, fishing deep for a hidden desire, molding it into words to make it real, and tossing it into a mysterious unknown that you believed was maybe, just maybe, listening.”

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245. “Or what, Jase? What are you going to do? I am your brother!” My chest heaved. “And Kazi is my wife!”

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

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

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248. “There are no rules when it comes to survival.”

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

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