Quotes from Mary E. Pearson

Know your enemies as well as you know your allies. Know them better. Make their business yours.

You are the love I didn't know I needed.

From the weakest will come strength. From the hunted will come freedom.

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.

Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents?" "No one did anything," I answered quietly. "Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

Killing is different from thinking about killing.

Los quizás podían retorcer cosas que en realidad nunca existieron

Yes, I thought, there are a hundred ways to fall in love.

All ways belong to the world. What is magic but what we don't yet understand? Like the sign of the vine and lion you carry?

Los líderes verdaderamente grandes no tienen que perseguir el amor. El amor los encuentra.

How did you do it, Mother?" I asked, still staring at the passing carriages below. "How did you travel all the way from Gastineux to marry a toad you didn't love?" "Your father is not a toad," my mother said sternly. I whirled to face her. "A king maybe, but a toad nonetheless. Do you mean to tell me that when you married a stranger twice your age, you didn't think him a toad?

Just this morning I'd been afraid that I might never meet the young man who loved her so. Now I feared if I ever did meet him, I would cut out his heart with a dull knife and feed it to the gulls. Finally,

Once we fear to take a stand, tyranny will have won.

The lace flowed in a V down the bodice to mirror the cut of the back of the dress. I looked like someone else in it, someone older and wiser. Someone with a pure heart that held no secrets. Someone … not like me.

I remembered my ride past the graveyard with Pauline this morning. I had known. Fear had seized me. Something was wrong. Something was hopelessly and irretrievably wrong. My flesh had crawled. Warning breezes. A candle. A prayer. A hope. An icy whisper. A cold clawed hand on my neck. I hadn't understood what it had meant, but I had known.

I closed my eyes against the thought, knowing that soon the day would cleave in two, forever creating the before and after of my life, and it would happen in one swift act that I could no more alter than the color of my eyes.

Before that kindness, the color of his eyes hadn't mattered.

It wasn't pain I feared, but no longer feeling it-no longer feeling anything.

Weakness made you a target, and I had promised myself, long ago, I would never be a target again.

Because too little talk frightens people and prompts questions. They're afraid of what goes on in a silent mind. As maybe they should be.

Make a wish, Kazi, one for tomorrow, for the next day, and the next. One will always come true. Because if I could believe in tomorrow or the next day, maybe that would give the magic time to come true. Or better, maybe by then, I wouldn't need the magic at all.

He was too young to begin losing himself.

I was a piece of cheese being shoved into a mold.

Hear the language that isn't spoken, Kazi, the breaths, the pauses, the fisted hands, the vacant stares, the twitches and tears, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind them.