Quotes by Mary E. Pearson

Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bernette said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung and burned when the wind pelted it through the air, and it was a gentle cold feather when it drifted down in lazy circles from the sky. I couldnt imagine it being so many things, and I wondered if she had taken license with her story as Father always claimed. I couldnt stop thinking of it.Snow.

I saw sadness when I looked at what was left of them. The demigods who had once controlled the heavens had been brought low, humbled to the point of death. I always imagined I heart their crumbled masterpieces singing an endless mourning dirge. I turned, looking at the wild grass shivering across the plateau. I see only reminders that nothing lasts forever, not even greatness.Some things last.I faced him. Really? And just what would that be?The things that matter.

The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That weve never accomplished before. What weve done with you is groundbreaking. We cracked the code. The mind is an energy that the brain produces. Think of a glass ball twirling on your fingertip. If it falls, it shatters into a million pieces. All the parts of a ball are still there, but it will never twirl with that force on your fingertip again. The brain is the same way.

Until one comes who is mightier,The one sprung from misery,The one who was weak,The one who was hunted,The one marked with claw and vine,The one named in secret,The one called Jezelia.

The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.

Poetry?...No, just thoughts, glimpses, things running through my head.

I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

A perfect night... a perfect forever

Of course you did. I took a step closer. You have strengths, Tavish, that I greatly admire. Youre skills helped saved Rafes and my lives, for which Ill always be indebted to you. But there are other kinds of strength too. Quiet, gentle ones that are just as valuable, even if you dont entirely understand them.

Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesnt have to become who we are.

Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesnt stop.

Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods…But even the great can tremble with fear.Even the great can fall

My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages cant define your identity.

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 Id 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.

Their voices meld into a cloudy rumble of their own, and I ponder Miras and Aidans 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.

Dont be afraid, child,The stories are always there.

ChoiceI needed it like I needed air.Bit no one could hear me. No one could listen. No words. No sound.No voice.I couldnt even dream myself away.Choices were made.None of them mine.At first I wondered if it was hell.And then I knew it was.

It made me think how different everything might have been if we had both been born in Terravin.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.