It’s not the end. It’s the beginning.
He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.
I was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear.
I took his hand, and suddely he yanked me – too roughly – right off the bed so that I thudded against his chest. “Just in case,” he muttered against my hair, crushing me in a bear hug that about to broke my ribs. “Can’t – breathe!” I gasped.
Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.
Mike’s eyes narrowed shrewdly. “Don’t kid yourself, Bella. The guy’s head over heels for you.” “I know,” I sighed. “Life is complicated.” “And girls are cruel,” Mike said under his breath.
I’d forgotten how exuberant you are.
Dad, I wrote. I’m with Alice. Edward’s in trouble. You can ground me when I get back. I know it’s a bad time. So sorry. Love you so much. Bella.
You don’t get a lot of suicidal vampires.
Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today.
I bit a pillow. Or two.
I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot.
I thought you were supposed to be pretending I don’t exist, not irritating me to death.
If this is how you’re going to react, I’ll freak out more often.
What is a valid reason for someone to love someone else? Since apparently I’m doing it wrong.
One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.
Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?
Edward: Bella, please stop taking your clothes off! Bella: Why? Did you wanna do that part?
He wished he hadn’t pulled me from the path of Tyler’s van – there was no other conclusion I could come to.
There really is something irresistible about a lost cause.