Quotes from Mary E. Pearson

Love didn't even seem like the right word to explain how I felt about her. The word seemed too small, too used, too simple,

He rolled up on one elbow, looking down at me, the stars dusting his cheekbones. "Honey?" He kissed my forehead. "Spring?" He kissed my chin. "You are a good bit of trouble, Kazi of Brightmist." "I try my best.

He died the way all men die, one breath at a time.

Tell me a riddle, Kazi

The best of it, thats what we told ourselves, over and over again as one day rolled into the next; we were only making the bets of it. It was a story, a riddle, a wish stalk that we wove into every kiss, a sweet powdered sugar that would melt and disappear on the end of our tongues, but for now it was real enough.

Their work here wasn't just a grudging gift to fulfill an agreement. It felt like far more. It felt like a wish stalk pressed to a blistered foot, like words spoken under a midnight moon to lull me to sleep.

It began with the stars

Even if it's not a vision," Pauline said, "it could still be a gift. There could be other kinds of knowing." A chill clutched my spine. "What did you say?" She repeated her words, almost the same ones the priest had used that morning.

Hold on to me. Let me show you the stars.

The problem is, some people think they're above the law. There are plenty of good reasons why we have so much regulation.

I couldn't see it, but I was certain Priya kicked Jalaine beneath the table because Jalaine jumped in her seat, then shot Priya and angry scow.

We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choices we make.

sometimes you can't begin to know everything you've lost until someone shows you what you might have had.

My mind reasons that there's nothing to be afraid of, but something inside me I can't control reacts differently.

The human race has always found a group to marginalize--every culture, every time, every race.

Rahtan meant "never fail,

thankfulness for this one moment, regardless of what the morrow might bring.

Brightmist. It's one of the poorest quarters. Don't let the name fool you. Nothing bright about it. Garvin was wrong. There was at least one bright thing about it. -Jase

I have no fingers, but can pick you apart, I'm not a healer, but can mend a heart, I amuse and hush, decieve and astound, And there's no sword forged that can cut me down. With rosy enticement and pouty appeal, I can twist and shape and pour forth zeal, I am made of snare, touch and gold. And you, kind sir, add a touch of bold. - (A riddle by Kazi)

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you've infected me with a poison that I don't want to flush out, because you're a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe. Yes, Jase, I want to kiss you, just because I do, but the one thing I cannot do is promise you any tomorrows. -Kazi

I wondered how I had not seen how beautiful his eyes were the first time we met.

The truths of the world wish to be known, but they won't force themselves upon you the way lies will.

Never let one handful of soil slip through your fingers, or you will lose it all.

We can never know the exact moment when someone will leave our lives forever. How many times had I bargained with the gods for one more day, one hour, just one minute. Was that too much to ask? One minute to say the unsaid things that were still trapped inside me. Or maybe I only wanted one more minute to say a real good-bye.