Quotes by Jackson Pearce

All Ive learned in todays Shakespeare class is: Sometimes you have to fall in love with the wrong person just so you can find the right person. A more useful lesson wouldve been: Sometimes the right person doesnt love you back. Or sometimes the right person is gay. Or sometimes you just arent the right person.Thanks for nothing, Shakespeare.

It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us.

Books didn’t make me wallow in darkness, darkness made me wallow in books.

Si quieres que tus deseos duren, tienes que pedir algo que te haga feliz y no la felicidad.

Its hard to believe sometime, but hope never lets you truly stop believing. - Lo

A los mortales os hace falta compañía porque tenéis tristeza, deseos y un tiempo limitado de vida.

I wanted to know what it was like to be a drug addict, and have an eating disorder, and have a loved one die, and fall in love. I saw my friends going through these things, I saw the world going through these things, and I needed to understand them. I needed to make sense of them. Books didn’t make me wallow in darkness, darkness made me wallow in books, and it was books that showed me there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Who made you Queen of Literacy? Go sit in your car!

Becoming fast friends when youre that small is easy, because the only requirement is that the other person likes to play games.

Im not letting the world - or anyone in it - determine my fate. Not anymore, at least. - Ginny

Strange how seeing the light can make a person feel so alone in the darkness

Jealousy is a mortal emotion. One that means I feel I have something to lose--something that, if gone, will tear away a part of me.

They want me. I want them. I want this place. I want everything to be simple and beautiful and warm.

Its just that its impossible to be a broken or whole person. You can only be a person. You can only exist, you can only belong to yourself, and you can only be responsible for your own happiness or belonging or whatever. That broken-part-piece-whole thing is just a trick of the mortal mind.

When we were little, Scarlett and I were utterly convinced that wed originally been one person in our mothers belly. We believed that somehow, half of us wanted to be born and half wanted to stay. So our heart had to be broken in two so that Scarlett could be born first, and then I finally braved the outside world a few years later. It made sense, in our pig-tailed heads--it explained why, when we ran through grass or danced or spun in circle long enough, we would lose track of who was who and it started to feel as if there were some organic, elegant link between us, our single heart holding the same tempo and pumping the same blood. That was before the attack, though. Now our hearts link only when were hunting, when Scarlett looks at me with a sort of beautiful excitement thats more powerful than her scars and then tears after a Fenris as though her life depends on its death. I follow, always, because its the only time when our hearts beat in perfect harmony, the only time when Im certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we are one person broken in two.

Mortals always want something more- they wish for money, but what theyre really after is to be carefree. Power when what they really want is control. Beauty when they want love. Sometimes they know it, sometimes they dont

And I have to admit that there is something undeniably fulfilling about hunting with Rosie. Somehow, it makes me feel as if the long list of differences between us doesnt exist. Were dressed the same, we fight the same enemy, we win together ... Its as though for that moment I get to be her, the one who isnt covered in thick scars, and she gets to understand what it is to be me. Its different than hunting with Silas--he and I are partners, not part of the same heart.

I am confident, I am capable, and I will not wait to be rescued by a woodsman or a hunter.

I like libraries. Its a comfort that knowledge can be save for so long. That what we learn can be passed on.

“Los mortales se olvidan de advertir que el tiempo pasa.”