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“My mother was an oyster,鈥� he said with a wink. 鈥淎nd I鈥檓 the pearl.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Siege and Storm

“Do you know hot to drive?" he asked.
"Sure," she said. "This one is the gas.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, Drink, Slay, Love

“Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“...freedom can be a full-time job if you let it.”
― Pearl Cleage, Till You Hear from Me

“It's the grit that makes the pearl.”
― Holly Cupala, Tell Me a Secret

“Day and night I guarded the pearl of my soul.
Now in this ocean of pearling currents,
I鈥檝e lost track of which was mine.”
― Rumi

“Oh, Irrylath,Irrylath, we squaundered our two years together.”
― Meredith Ann Pierce, The Pearl of the Soul of the World

“If she left- when she left- Antarctica would be a memory, than a memory of a memory, and eventually it would just be a story. Pearl would be just a story, a swirl of remembered feelings, someone she'd talk about at bars to strangers who would become friends and then strangers again.

All these stories, what did they add up to?

A life?”
― Emma T枚rzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“As the face of beauty grows dim with age, so gradually the brilliancy of youth fades from the pearl and the complexion of it is changed. And yet it retains a certain loveliness which may be well compared to the exquisite serenity with which the maturer years of some women are adorned.”
― Wallis Richard Cattelle, The pearl

“He'd never felt so passionately all-caps about another person as Pearl seemed to feel about Esther, and certainly no one had ever felt that way about him. He expected to be sad about this realisation and instead found that he was mostly curious. Maybe if he really did manage to get free of the Library once and for all, if he began to lead a life on his own terms, all-caps was a feeling he himself might someday find.”
― Emma T枚rzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“A pearl forgotten on the beach,
even if it is not noticed, picked up or duly recognized,
never loses its value.”
― Augusto Branco

“Her jagged pearl teeth dug into my shoulder. Their cold numbed the pain, as trickles of hot blood dripped into the crux of where our chests met, forming a lake that would flow over and onto the floor. I said nothing, but inside I begged her to bite me again, to keep this intimacy going to keep the greater intimacy at bay.”
― Sam Richard, Teenage Grave

“Of what use are the memories if not to grow flowers ... on the barren fields. Of what use are the falling tears, if not to weave the string of pearls in the hardest hours?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“This then is your challenge - to take the initiative and dare to be divine - not as a perfect kind of superhuman beyond all suffering, but as a fallible, mortal, ordinary, but fiercely courageous human, down to earth and rooted in the earth.”
― Richard Rudd, Prosperity: A guide to your Pearl Sequence

“Nothing else but love really matters. NOTHING. - Love and Feathers”
― Shannon Cutts, Love & Feathers: what a palm-sized parrot has taught me about life, love, and healthy self-esteem

“When asked who they talk to when they get upset, many children (and adults!) say it is their pet. - Love and Feathers (sourced from the National Institutes of Health)”
― Shannon Cutts, Love & Feathers: what a palm-sized parrot has taught me about life, love, and healthy self-esteem

“What if you could peel a pearl? Take a fine knife and a magnifying glass and strip the layers of glint and glimmer year by year, until at last you reached the bit of wrong that had birthed the shine. But you鈥檇 have no pearl left.”
― Max Gladstone, Last Exit

“I mourned, hands clenched, before that mound.
For the piercing cold of grief had caught
Me in the doleful dread and bound
My heart, though reason solace sought.
I longed for my pearl, locked in the ground,
While fierce contentions in me fought.
In Christ, though comfort could be found.
My wretched will was still distraught.
I fell upon that flowery plot.”
― Anonymous

“Each grass from a lifeless grain is bred,
Else to harvest no wheat were won:
Always from good is good begun.
So seemly a seed could not die in vain,
That sprig nor spice there would be none
Of that precious pearl without a stain.”
― Anonymous

“A person with physical beauty lacking insight is like a seashell without pearl.”
― Spriha Kant

“Promise me something,' she said.

'I'll promise you anything I can without lying to you again.'

Pearl nodded. 'If magic really does exist, and you really can erase my memory, and I let you do it- you have to promise to come find me again once you're safe. You have to promise me to tell me everything that happened, and tell me again about your parents, and the books. Fill in all the blanks. I don't want to forget forever. I want to know.' She took a shuddering breath. 'But I don't think I can handle knowing right now. Alone.'

Esther wanted this to be a promise she could keep. 'Yes,' she said. 'I promise.'

'Swear it to me,' said Pearl, extending her little finger, but instead Esther uncurled her other fingers and pressed a kiss to her palm.

'I swear it.”
― Emma T枚rzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“There's one thing I don't want you to forget,' she said to Pearl. 'Even with your concussion. I don't want you to forget that I really care about you. More than I've cared about anyone in a long, long time. Whatever happens next... that isn't going to change.”
― Emma T枚rzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“How deep is your soul? Is it like an ocean, full of beauty and mystery, wild and free, having pearls in its deep..?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“How deep is your soul? Is it an ocean..full of beauty and mystery, wild and free.....having pearls in its deep..?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“From the sea of self-reflection emerges the pearl of transformation for as you shed your old skin in the melted space of deep, you reveal a new dimension where the old dies for the new to be birthed in the flames of fresh thinking....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Into the soul is a full moon in rise. Pushing aside the veil of fears, you find the liquid pearl.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“They say: I love you.
But in poetry, I say: In hour soul, I see a moon in the dark nights of my life. Drunk with the moonlihht, I weave the songs of light in those hollow times. Oh how I trace your love as the tender kiss of moon in the dark, for in your soul is the pearl of light that I wear around my neck, in the saddest hours. And a world of laughter opens when melancholy strikes high.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“They say: I love you.
But in poetry, I say: In your soul, I see a moonrise in the dark nights of my life. Drunk with the moonglow, I weave the songs of light in those hollow times. Oh how I sense your love as the kiss of moon in the hollow hours, for in your gaze is the pearl of light that I wear around my neck when my eyes cry an ocean. And a world of laughter opens when melancholy strikes high.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In the neighborhood of night, every tear is a pearl. Every soul in the dark has seen the moon, the hidden gem.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The weight of loss is heavier than the tears,
And in the dense grief, we find the ocean and its shores,
A shell on the sand, holding pearls inside.
O Heart, keep breaking,
for the crack will release the gems in deep.
This is how we find the moon at night.
This is how we sense, the stars in our eyes,
For in the shell is the essence,
In the grief, it's faraway light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee