It’s not the face, but the expressions on it. It’s not the voice, but what you say. It’s not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.
Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
Life and love go on...
I feel like humor is a part of life. I don’t think it comes through as much in the novels as it does in my head.
I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.
You and I won’t lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I’m unstoppable.
I know love and lust don’t always keep the same company.
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?
You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.
And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.
Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV.
Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination.
After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?
Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder.
He’s like a drug for you, Bella.
When I told you I didn’t want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy.
Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.
Inspiration in desperation.
If we had happy endings, we’d all be under gravestones now.