If we had happy endings, we’d all be under gravestones now.
Just because I’m resisting the wine doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the bouquet.
You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?
What is she to me? Except a menace — a danger you’ve chosen to inflict on all of us.
I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.
Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?
There’s something… strange about the way you two are together. The way he watches you — it’s so… protective. Like he’s about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something.
Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.
but you see, just because we've been...dealt a certain hand...it doesn't mean we can't choose to rise above- to conquer the boundaries of a destiny that none of us wanted. to try to retain whatever essential humanity we can.
What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!
That was the first night I dreamed of Eward Cullen.
He looks at you like... like you're something to eat.
Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV.
You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.
He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips. His skin was as icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm - like I'd been burned, but didn't feel the pain of it yet.
It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share.
Would you like to hear my story, Bella? It doesn't have a happy ending - but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now.
I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.
I'll be back so soon you won't have time to miss me. Look after my heart I've left it with you
I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.
No one could be still like Edward.
I love a happy ending. They are so rare.
I don't have any leeches on my speed dial." — Jacob Black
Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?
Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now.
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