The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.
I tried, after I wrote ‘Twilight,’ to read ‘The Historian,’ because it was the big thing that summer. But I can’t read other people’s vampires. If it’s too close, I get upset; if it’s too far away, I get upset. It just makes me very neurotic.
Well, I’m so sorry that I can’t be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.
The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!
That maybe you should make the most of what time you have? That you shouldlive while you’re alive?
Body and soul. Two different things.
You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.
Kiss me, Jacob. Kiss me, and then come back.
Hasn’t anyone ever told you? Life isn’t fair.
There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.
It was like someone had died- like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest of true loves, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also losing a whole future, a whole family- the whole life that I’d chosen...
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him until my lips touched his.
Good or Bad? Good. That’s what I thought.
Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.
It was very relaxing to be away from civilization, and this bothered me. I should not have found the loneliness so welcoming.
I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.
Forever is only the beginning.
I love a happy ending. They are so rare.
Like all bullies, they’re cowards underneath the swagger.
What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!