Mary E. Pearson Quotes

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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.

Mary E. Pearson
There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?

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I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps.

Mary E. Pearson
Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.

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

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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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I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.

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Escape is not about moving from one place to another. It's about becoming more.

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Maybe staying on the surface keeps her from returning to a place where she can't breathe.

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Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky,

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Boredom reigns on all levels. The rain is a welcome change. I have seen the pond swell and the creek surge. I press my palm against the glass, imagining the drops on my skin, imagining where they started out, where they will go, feeling them like a river, rushing, combining, becoming something greater than how they started out.

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But remember, child, we may all have our own story and destiny, and sometimes our seemingly bad fortune, but we're all part of a greater story too. One that transcends the soil, the wind, time even our own tears. Greater stories will have their way.

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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.

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Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away.

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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.

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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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My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.

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Father says it will come in time. Time heals, he says. I don't tell him that I don't know what time is.

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There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.

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It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.

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I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they ARE wrapped up with others. Sometimes, for a few minutes, maybe they can even be shared. And if I am ever fortunate enough to return to Mr. Bender's garden, I wonder if the birds will see that piece of him that is wrapped up in me.

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