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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)

Mary E. Pearson

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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
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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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I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.
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Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.
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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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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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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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It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
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He believes me. But that is nothing new. He always did because I was a rule follower. I played by the rules he understood. But there are new rules now, ones he doesn't know yet. He'll learn. Just as I'm learning.
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Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.
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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?
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But I am more than a name. More than they tell me
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Words have longer lives than people.
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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
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