It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.
I know you think that I have some kind of perfect, unyielding self-control, but that’s not actually the case. – Edward Cullen.
Darkness is so predictable.
You know when things are bad when you feel guilty for being rude to vampires. Jacob B. Ch.14.
Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?
No one could be still like Edward.
You don’t have anything like this. For crying out loud, you only own one skirt!
You want me to be all doom and gloom, or just shut up?
It felt almost rude to ignore toe pretty white bed, but we just weren’t going to make it that far.
I didn’t want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant i could have Bella.
But never in the four hundred years now since I was born, have I ever seen anything to make me doubt whether God exists in some form or the other. Not even the reflection in the mirror.
Only a teenage boy would agree to this: deceiving both our parents while repairing dangerous vehicles using money meant for my college education. He didn’t see anything wrong with that picture. Jacob was a gift from the gods.
The shadows didn’t seem as dark as usual. Not with my personal sun along.
Would you like to hear my story, Bella? It doesn’t have a happy ending – but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we’d all be under gravestones now.
When I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark – on both of you.
I would probably never be able to do anything interesting or special like Edward, Alice and Jasper could do. Maybe I would just love Edward more than anyone in the history of the world had ever loved anyone else.
As if you could outrun me...
Love is simply where it is.
When I write a story, it’s not like I’m thinking about what I’m doing.
The only parents in the world who don’t need sleep, and our child already sleeps through the night. Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 22, p.429.