Sometimes you cling to a mistake simply because it took so long to make.
This was why I was here. This was why I would take whatever reception waited for me when I got back. Because, underneath all the anger and the sarcasm, Jacob was in pain. Right now, it was very clear in his eyes. I didn’t know how to help him, but I knew I had to try. It was more than that I owed him. It was because his pain hurt me, too. Jacob had become a part of me, and there was no changing that now.
I’ve never been drawn to someone the way I am to you, and I have been from the very first moment I met you. It’s like the difference between... between reading about gravity and then falling for the first time.
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. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.
And then, as the room went black, I was suddenly hyperaware that Edward was sitting less than an inch from me. I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than I already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me. I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, my hands balling into fists. I was losing my mind.
How easy it must be when you had no secrets from the person you lived with.
I thought about falling to my knees on purpose. This was the kind of beauty you worshiped. The kind you built temples for and offered sacrifices to. I wished I had something in my empty hands to give her, but what would a goddess want from a mediocre mortal like me?
Some of the memories were not clear – dim human memories, seen through weak eyes and heard through weak ears: the first time I’d seen his face... the way it felt when he’d held me in the meadow... the sound of his voice through the darkness of my faltering consciousness when he’d save me from James... his face as he waited under a canopy of flowers to marry me... every precious moment on the island... his cold hands touching our baby through my skin...
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.” – Edward Cullen, Twilight.
Not that she wasn’t hot – she was super, mega, hot – but not... approachable. Like, not even the Rock would dare to whistle at her, if you know what I mean.
Dishonest people don’t believe honest people exist.
How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he’s not there? That the memories are so strong I can’t separate hers from mine anymore?
My face was burning, and I knew I must look like a gorilla on a greyhound.
Since she obviously preferred me dead, she was pretending that I was.
Throughout the vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both. – Rev. Montague Summers.
Dear Edward and Jacob, I adore you both, but I’m spending the weekend with Jace. Sorry! Love, Stephenie.
Worst high five ever.
I love him. Not because he’s beautiful or because he’s rich! I’d much rather he weren’t either one. It would even out the gap between us just a little bit – because he’d still be the most loving and unselfish and brilliant and decent person I’ve ever met. Of course I love him. How hard is that to understand?
Hah! You’re as white as a ghost – no, you’re as white as me!
I sat with my legs folded under me, my elbows on my knees and my chin on my hands. It was very warm – the sun felt strange on my skin now that I was so used to the rain – and the meadow was still lovely, but it was just background now. It didn’t stand out. I had a new definition of beauty.