The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it. Mary E. Pearson More Quotes by Mary E. Pearson More Quotes From Mary E. Pearson Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way. Mary E. Pearson effort hard-work success 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. Mary E. Pearson toasters mind thinking Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between. Mary E. Pearson important knows steps Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed. Mary E. Pearson lurking known meant-to-be The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That we've never accomplished before. What we've done with you is groundbreaking. We cracked the code. The mind is an energy that the brain produces. Think of a glass ball twirling on your fingertip. If it falls, it shatters into a million pieces. All the parts of a ball are still there, but it will never twirl with that force on your fingertip again. The brain is the same way. Mary E. Pearson glasses fall thinking I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts. Mary E. Pearson chips hundred want Escape is not about moving from one place to another. It's about becoming more. Mary E. Pearson becoming life moving I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256) Mary E. Pearson small-steps steps thinking When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go? Mary E. Pearson perfect I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow. Mary E. Pearson sparrows weight wonder 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. Mary E. Pearson encounters simple play It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections. Mary E. Pearson connections fear memories Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is. Mary E. Pearson time-heals heal father 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. Mary E. Pearson coins two-sides science Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference? Mary E. Pearson who-we-are details differences 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? Mary E. Pearson pieces life-is mean There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand. Mary E. Pearson definitions lost But I am more than a name. More than they tell me Mary E. Pearson names Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky. Mary E. Pearson shade sky way I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white. Mary E. Pearson sculpture white snow
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