Quotes from Mary E. Pearson

Vielleicht gab es nicht nur eine einzige Art, Liebe zu definieren. Vielleicht hatte die Liebe so viele Schattierungen wie das Blau am Himmel.

I only need you, Kazi, that's all I need.

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, and everything I felt about her seemed complicated and rare as wide as the world.

Write it down," he had told me. "Write down every word once you get there, Before the truth is forgotten" And now we do, at least the parts we remember

Pieces. I hold them like they are life itself. They nearly are.

but gave birth to one,

We held hands. We crossed a line. We made one another braver.

There was at least one bright thing about it.

Death isn't a curse. It's the shadow that gives life its form, and that shadow's whispering to me now.

Or what, Jase? What are you going to do? I am your brother!" My chest heaved. "And Kazi is my wife!

I'm afraid of everything. Myself. Mother. Lily. Friends who haunt me in the night. Even going to school, which is something I asked for. If I have attitude, it is hiding somewhere deep, someplace I'm afraid I may never find. Jenna

They saw the ruins before they were ruins. They lived in the shining towers that reached into the sky, flew in winged carriages, and remembered all manner of magic the Ancients controlled with their fingertips—the light, the voices, bending the laws of the earth, and soaring above it.

Knowing that soon the day would cleave in two, forever creating the before and the after of my life.

Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight. It had always been my refuge, my place of escape, whether I was sneaking onto a rooftop lit only by the stars or down a midnight alley to be with my brothers.

The wind, time, it circles, repeats, some swaths cutting deeper than others.

it wasn't good to dwell on maybes. Maybes could be twisted into things that never really existed. For

I want to pull you close and never let you go," he whispered (pg 234)

The crowd went wild, and a few girls standing near me whispered among themselves. I thought it was time for him to put his shirt back on. (pg 242)

Look. Take a good long look and remember the lives lost. Real people that someone loved. Before you go about the task I have given you, see the devastation and remember what they did. What could happen again. Know what is at stake. Dragons eventually wake and crawl from their dark dens.

The house is still, like the breath has been punched out of it.

Hungry dragons may sleep for years, but they do not change their eating habits. He must be found. The dead demand justice, as do the living.

Gather close, my brothers and sisters. We have touched the stars, And the dust of possibility is ours. But the work is never over. Time circles. Repeats. We must ever be watchful. Though the Dragon rests for now, He will wake again And roam the earth, His belly ripe with hunger. And so shall it be, For evermore.

We are the first family, and every bird that flies overhead, every breath that is taken, every drop of water that falls, it all belongs to us. We make the laws here. We own whatever you can see. Never let one handful of soil slip through your fingers, or you will lose it all.

Hold on to it, no matter what you have to do. Never give it up. Not this time.