Mary E. Pearson Quotes
The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.
Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.
I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.
What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.
I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.
I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.
There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.
It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.
Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.
A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .
Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?
Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is.
Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?
There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.
The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.
It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.
It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.
Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't have to become who we are.
When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.
Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.
There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.
One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.
it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets
I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)
I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.
My timing is off. But I had to get it out. Some things you have to tell, no matter how stupid they may sound. Some things you can't save for later. There might not be a later.
Things I can feel. Hard. Soft. Rough. Smooth. But the inside kind of feel, it is all the same, like foggy mush. Is that the part of me that is still asleep? (9)
Do certain events in our lives leave a permanent mark, freezing a piece of us in time, and that becomes a touchstone that we measure the rest of our lives against?
Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.
Which weakness shall I tell her? “I walk funny,” I say, and she’s satisfied with that. (inside joke)
Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.
You've always been two people. The Jenna who wants to please and the Jenna who secretly resents in. They won't break, you know. Your parents never thought you were perfect. You did.