Quotes by Mary E. Pearson

About Mary E. Pearson:

Mary E. Pearson is an American children's writer best known for young-adult fiction.
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It made me think how different everything might have been if we had both been born in Terravin.

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Ancients pulled metals more precious than gold from the center of the earth - They spun into giant lacy wings that flew them to the stars and back "Is that what you'd do with wings?" She shook her head "No, I'd fly to the stars, but I'd never come ba...

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Until one comes who is mightier, The one sprung from misery, The one who was weak, The one who was hunted, The one marked with claw and vine, The one named in secret, The one called Jezelia.

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A perfect night... a perfect forever

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It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.

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Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods… But even the great can tremble with fear. Even the great can fall

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Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born. The wind knew. It was the first of June, but cold gusts bit at the hilltop citadelle as fiercely as deepest winter, shaking the windows with curses and winding through dr...

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Ascente cha ores ri ve breazza." "Turn your ear to the wind," she interpreted. "Stand strong.

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There aren't many berry bushes where I'm from." "And just where would that be?" His hand paused on a berry like it was a monumental decision whether to pluck it or not. He finally pulled and explained he was from a small town in the southernmost part...

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I saw sadness when I looked at what was left of them. The demigods who had once controlled the heavens had been brought low, humbled to the point of death. I always imagined I heart their crumbled masterpieces singing an endless mourning dirge. I tur...

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Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bernette said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung and burned when the wind pelted it through the air, and it was a gentle cold feather when it drifted down in lazy circles from the sky. I co...

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I trust you all slept well,” I said, deliberately keeping my tone light. I returned Malich’s glare with a tight-lipped grin. “Yes, we did,” Kaden answered quickly. “I’m sorry to hear that.

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I will find you. In the farthest corner, I will find you.

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Don't be afraid, child, The stories are always there.

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The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.

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Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.

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Observing and understanding are two different things.

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Their voices meld into a cloudy rumble of their own, and I ponder Mira's and Aidan's secrets and imagine the injustice that threads through other lives, injustice that has no face because it is hidden away in a dark, shameful place, hidden for years ...

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Author Bio

  • NameMary E. Pearson
  • Descriptionyoung-adult fiction writer
  • BornAugust 14, 1955
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionAuthor