It had not been Edward and Jacob that I’d been trying to force together. It was the two parts of myself, Edward’s Bella and Jacob’s Bella but they could not exist together, and I never should have tried.
You’re wrong, you know,” he said quietly. “What?” I gasped. “I can feel what you’re feeling now – and you are worth it.” “I’m not,” I mumbled. “If anything happens to them, it will be for nothing.” “You’re wrong,” he repeated, smiling kindly at me.
Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else.
All I wanted was to sit here forever, to listen to her voice and watch the expressions fly across her face, so much faster than I could analyze them.
Nobody ever gave away a trophy for reading books.
It was a miracle – more than a miracle – when I found you, Melanie. Right now, if I was given the choice between having the world back and having you, I wouldn’t be able to give you up. Not to save five billion lives.” “That’s wrong.” “Very wrong but very true.
Renesmee was beautiful and gifted and unique – she was one of a kind.
No perspective is ever really trivial.
As always, I was too aware of Edythe sitting close enough to touch, but still so far away she might as well have been a product of my imagination.
That had always been my way, though. Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over. But once the decision was made, I just followed through – relieved that the choice was made.
We build up these ideas of people, create the one we want to be with, and then try to keep the real person inside the false mold. It doesn’t always work out well.
Soul. I suppose it was an apt description. The unseen force that guides the body.
Sure it is, Bella, sure it is. If everything is so great, then you are you sweating bullets?
I really didn’t care if he turned into a big wolf – he was still Jacob.
My tears had given me an inspiration.
I stared straight ahead as I passed the Volvo, but from a peripheral peek, I would swear I saw him laughing.
I’d never given much too thought to how I would die- though I’d had reason enough in the last few months- but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
I didn’t relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn’t relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page.
They had killed one another so frequently that murder had been an accepted part of life.
A person who will sell out his partner always sees the partner as plotting in exactly the same way. Dishonest people don’t believe honest people exist.