Quotes from Mary E. Pearson

where did those words go, words that where once in my head?

I love you... When I asked What is this? I already knew. I knew what I felt, what I was certain you felt too, but I was afraid to say it, because it was all new to me. It seemed too soon, too impossible. But everything about us didn't just feel right, it felt like something rare, something delicate that I was afraid of breaking. Something that only comes along once in a lifetime.

is there anything you won't do to get what you want?

It was our story. It didn't have to have a happy beginning or a happy ending, but the middle was a feast at a banquet, a rich, soapy bath, a night's rest at an inn and a full stomach, a warm chest nestled up against my back, the soft heat of lips at my nape, stories whispered in my ear.

I sat there for minutes, seasons, years, the wind becoming winter against my skin, the day becoming night, then blinding again, harsh with detail. I closed my eyes, but the details still shone bright and demanding behind my lids, replacing a lifetime of memories with a single bloody image of Walther, and then, mercifully, the image faded, everything faded, leaving only dull, numbing gray.

Lest we repeat history, let the stories be passed, from father to son, from mother to daughter, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever.

When you are on the lowest rung of society, you are a comforting reminder to those just a bit above you that life could always be worse, that they are not you.

She wouldn't like where we were going, which brought me some satisfaction

Sometimes you have to remind yourself that you are not powerless. That you have some measures of control. Maybe that's what makes you brave enough to face another day.

Hold on to each other because that is what will save you. Out of many you are one now. You are family. I look to our put-together family. Non want to be here any more than I do. We are all different. We argue. We wave our fists. But we hold each other too. We grow together, strong like the circle of trees in the valley.

It must be true then," I said. He smiled:"Must be, I'll show you one day".

Some things last." I faced him. "Really? And just what would that be?" "The things that matter." (Pg 126-127)

Make a wish, Kazi, one for tomorrow, for the next day, and the next. One will always come true.

A thousand times over, Kazi,' I whispered. 'I would marry you more than a thousand times.

I never want another word about Lia to pass from your lips. And if one word should escape, even by chance, I'll stuff every coin that's in your greedy little palm down your throat right before I cut out your tongue. Do you understand me, Enzo?

Maybe sometimes life and fantasies and family did not all go completely wrong. But I had loved and been loved deeply and completely, not once but twice in my life. I would not trade that for all the riches that Montegue had to offer.

Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

I love you. I love you with every breath, with every thought that's inside me. I've loved every you from the first time I kissed you on that ledge. Even before that.

Because ever since that first day I met you, I've gone to sleep every single night thinking about you, and every morning when I wake, my first thoughts are of you.

When opportunity knocks, you don't go punching it in the face.

She saw me as someone worth saving, in spite of my rags and past. She inspired me to be more than what others expected of me. I dared to believe I could make a difference because the queen had believed it first.

The queen once told me there were a hundred ways to fall in love. Maybe there were a hundred ways to find and give forgiveness too. I think I had already found a few.

I'd do whatever it took to bring her back. I found her once. I would find her again.

A cunning liar who relies on the word of another? I suppose I should appreciate the colossal irony.