Quotes from Mary E. Pearson

Some scars took longer to heal than others, and some scars, I knew, were necessary. Some things you should never forget.

White There was a moment in the darkness when the fear lifted. A moment where white surrounded me. Hope. Lily, and someone else, and a sprinkling of water. "Holy water, Jenna." "You can let go if you need to." "Forgiveness, Jenna." But I couldn't let go. It wasn't in my power. I was already swirling, flying, falling. To someplace deep I didn't understand. Where all the sounds buy my own voice disappeared. Only me. For so long. I don't want to be alone anymore. (120)

I went back to my thoughts of Lia. How could I tell her that I knew in my gut from almost the beginning that we were meant to be together? That I had seen myself growing old with her. That a gift I wasn't even sure she really possessed had told me her name long before I ever laid eyes on her.

Jei zinterr … jei trévitoria. Be brave. Be victorious.

I picked the Scholar's or the Chancellor's doors or—especially fun for me—the Timekeeper's, resetting his clock and timepieces? That had especially angered my father, but I'd only done it hoping it would create an extra hour in his day for me.

With Pauline at my side, in one swift act that could never be undone, an act that ended a thousand dreams but gave birth to one, I bolted for the cover of the forest and never looked back. Lest we repeat history, the stories shall be passed from father to son, from mother to daughter, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever. —Morrighan Book of Holy Text, Vol. III

Some last words should never be said.

Maybe when you're about to die, secrets don't seem so important to keep.

I can't promise you any tomorrows. And that was all I wanted.

My strengths are not your strengths.

People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~

His death only gave me an ending -- it didn't give back what had been taken

I perfected my craft, playing the quarterlords and merchants against one another as if I was a musician and they were crude drums rumbling beneath my hands, making one boast to another that I had never pulled anything over on him, making them all feel so very smart, even as I relieved them of items I could put to better use elsewhere.

Everything had changed between us the day she held my slingshot and I placed my arms around her. It frightened me, this change, the way it made me feel and even think differently, but every day since then, as I rode to the valley, all I could think of was holding her again, kissing her, listening to her, watching her laugh. Just

It may not seem like it now, but you´re stronger today than you were yesterday. Tomorrow, you´ll be even stronger.

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

What's wrong with getting married again? I would marry you a hundred times over. She kissed me, berry juice still on her lips. Only a hundred? she asked. A thousand times.

We were Rahtan, we could chisel what made us uncomfortable and awkward into an ice sculpture in hell if we had to.

Once upon a time, long long ago, before monsters roamed the earth, all the stars hung quietly in the sky, and great cities of wonder and light reached up to meet them.

the center as well. He laid his cards out. A fortress of lords. The governors threw down their cards, unable to beat him. Everyone waited, breathless, for Lia to lay her cards out. She frowned and shook her head. Then looked at me. Blinked. A slow blink as long as a thousand miles. Then back at Malich. A long sigh, contrite. She laid out her cards. Six black wings. A perfect hand. "I think this beats yours, doesn't it, Malich?" Malich

Who was this girl who thumbed her nose at two kingdoms and did as she pleased? I wanted to know. As

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

Her tears, they ride the wind. She calls to me, And all I can do is whisper, You are strong, Stronger than your pain, Stronger than your grief, Stronger than them. —The Last Testaments of Gaudrel

Colonel Bodeen's mouth quirked awkwardly to the side. "And she is … your prisoner?" Considering the circumstances, the current animosity between our kingdoms, and my wretched appearance, it wasn't an unlikely conclusion. Orrin snorted. Sven coughed. "No, Colonel," Rafe answered. "Princess Arabella is your future queen.