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

Mary E. Pearson

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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
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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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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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I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.
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It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
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I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)
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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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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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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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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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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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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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Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.
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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)
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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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Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.
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...and time becomes a forgotten detail.
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A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .
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