Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.
I promise to love you forever – every single day of forever.
You are the most beautiful thing in my world.
The bottom line is that you have to choose who you are going to commit to – that’s the foundation of true love, not the lack of other options.
That was the first night I dreamed of Eward Cullen.
After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?
History was easy, but I don’t know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.
How did people do this – swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had...
Not many people get every single thing they want plus all the things they didn’t think to ask for in the same day.
With our rarely changing temperaments strong emotions can alter us in permanent ways. But he said I did not need to worry about that part – you had already altered me so completely.
Edward thought he was going to ruin Bella’s life and he made her happy. And that really was everything for him.
He’s got to let go of you sometime.
If I was given the choice between having the world back and having you, I wouldn’t be able to give you up. Not to save five billion lives.
I miss you when you’re not there. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. But I could say the same thing about Charlie, Jacob. You’re family. I love you, but I’m not in love with you.
Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.
He was right – she was beating herself up about hurting his feelings. The girl was a classic martyr. She’d totally been born in the wrong century. She should have lived back when she could have gotten herself fed to some lions for a good cause.
Super-secret Ninja Club sounds way cooler than the whole BFF thing.
Despite my best efforts I’ve seen you naked before – doesn’t do much for me so no worries.
I’m really glad I did not tattoo on my body ’cause I don’t want them. So, permanence is a very scary thing to me, along with things that don’t change at all.
If there was a Jane Austen camp, I would go, no question.
As a child, I actually wanted to be a lawyer. That was the goal. I didn’t plan to be an author, and then even less, did I plan to produce movies. It all just happened.