My last night as Isabella Swan. Tomorrow night, I would be Bella Cullen. Though the whole marriage ordeal was a thorn in my side, I had to admit that I liked the sound of that. – bella swan.
I can’t be sure, of course, but I’d compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke. – Edward Cullen.
Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.
Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated. – Bella Cullen.
Don’t take too long, Mrs. Cullen.
I’m just here to be your friend. Your best friend, one last time.
She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn’t she?
Yes, heaven forbid I not be protected from tanks.
There was no way Jacob would voluntarily miss an afternoon with Renesmee sans bloodsuckers. -Bella Cullen.
You may have taken the planet, but you will lose this game!
I watched his fingers clench and unclench, and I wondered if he was dreaming that they were wrapped around my neck.
He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his family’s presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.
Yes Rosalie, we all know how proficient of an assassin you are.
Trust Emmett to find the joke in the destruction of my life.
You live a thousand lives when you read a thousand books.
I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.
I’d been broken beyond repair.
I hate myself for liking you.
I knew the human exaggeration for sorrow-a broken heart.
Bachelor parties are designed for those who are sad to see the passing of their single days. I couldn’t be more eager to have mine behind me. So there’s really no point.