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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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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.
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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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Which weakness shall I tell her? “I walk funny,” I say, and she’s satisfied with that. (inside joke)
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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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A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .
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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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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.
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Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.
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I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)
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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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I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
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I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.
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When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?
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I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.
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...and time becomes a forgotten detail.
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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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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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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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