Time means little; I never notice its passing.
I gave you life. You’re wasting it.
I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.
Over my pile of ashes.
Without the existence of the opposite, the concept has no meaning.
Listen up, Wanda. I know exactly what you don’t want to be. But we’re human, and we’re selfish, and we don’t always do the right thing. We aren’t going to let you go. Deal with it.
He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It’s just like pain, this pleasure.
My skin burns where it meets his. It feels better than good, but it sets off a strange aching in my chest.
I may not be a human, but I am a man.
I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn’t as eager to escape Forks as I should be, as any normal, sane person would be.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
Look after my heart – I’ve left it with you.
I’ve chosen my life – now I want to start living it.
You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?
She sees things – things that might happen, things that are coming. But it’s very subjective. The future isn’t set in stone. Things change.
You’re intoxicated by my very presence.
Laughter was like a fresh breeze – it cleaned its way through the body making everything feel good. Did other species have such a simple healer?
The Seeker needed a nice long lifetime eating sunshine.
It’s not a good feeling – knowing that you profoundly deserve the title of monster. It’s better to be kind than to feel guilty.
And I started to cry again, realizing that it must be changing him, too, this man who was kind enough to be a soul but strong as only a human could be.