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.

- Mary E. Pearson

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

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 othe…

- Mary E. Pearson

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

- Mary E. Pearson

There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.

- Mary E. Pearson

Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.

- Mary E. Pearson

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

- Mary E. Pearson

You've always been two people. The Jenna who wants to please and the Jenna who secretly resents in. They won't break, you know. Your parents never th…

- Mary E. Pearson

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

- Mary E. Pearson