418 Quotes by Mary E. Pearson

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.

There are no rules in survival.

The scrutiny was smothering. Right now it seemed that being Vendan within these outpost walls was preferable to being the impudent royal who had abandoned their precious prince at the altar.

I’m not the farmer I claimed to be, but I hope I can make you fall in love with me again, this time as a prince, one day at a time. We’ve had a terrible start – it doesn’t mean we can’t have a better ending.

It seemed there was no bottom to whatever abyss we bordered, and with each step, I vowed if I ever did meet the trail’s end and was unmasked and untied, I’d never waste a chance again – if I was going to die, it would be when I could plainly see Kaden as I thrust a knife between his deceitful Vendan ribs.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don’t breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

Killing in the name of war was one thing. Killing one’s own kin was quite another.

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

Then we come from opposite but similar worlds, don’t we?